You are my enemy, I know.
You will be killed — my sword is keen.
I will be killed, but it’s my fate,
And now for my death I must be prepared.
I’m preparing to fight,
I’m preparing to die.
My soul’s preparing to fly,
My wife’s preparing to cry.
A black raven’s preparing to eat,
But who can give him hot-fresh meat?
I can give and you can too.
Do you think it isn’t true?
We’re mere mortals
And we’re preys.
Killed man is a carrion —
It’s the end of all days.
So, I’m preparing to fight,
You’re preparing to fight.
I’m preparing to die,
You’re preparing to die.
My soul’s preparing to fly,
Your soul’s preparing to fly.
My wife’s preparing to cry,
Your bride’s preparing to cry.
The black raven’s preparing to dine…
Only…
Warrior
© Copyright: Владислав Сюкалов, 2022
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