Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.