Pick the fruits of victory
Bitter and rotten to the core
Treading on a fertile land
But the fruits/trees grow no more

The soil is barren and bare
Soiled with guts and gore
The apple falls not far from the tree
Yea, the tree grows no more

My feet are scorched as I walk
Blistered by the hot desert sands
The wind sweeps away the debris of eons
I fall to my knees before the ruins of the ancients

I thought that I would conquer
And reign a vast domain
But when I see, what it costs me
It brings naught but tears and pain

Again we thought to be wise
And we felt so just and brave
But I look back with dread now
Am I content with a live I gave?

I gaze into the candlelight
Observe the flickers of the flame
Dancing in the dream Moonlight
How can I understand my earthly reign?