There's nothing else to win,
You don't even realize.
Lost your kingdom, lost your queen, -
Freedom has too heavy price.
Deadly winter froze the ground
Right in front of guilty eyes.
Nothing here you will find
But eternal lifeless ice.
Whatever you need is out of reach,
Just dignity seed into your blood.
Nobody to fight and nothing to teach,
Cause you only king of Enceladus.
You blankly behold your lonely domain,
Suggesting yourself someway to run.
But as you invent, you also remain,
Without (/outside of) this world nowhere to gone.
Take your sword
Into your hand,
Praise your world,
Brisk up your land.
Take your sword
Into your hand,
Praise your world,
Fight to the end.
The King Of Enceladus
© Copyright: Арнольд Ардент, 2019
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