Misery

Through the haze of the fog

You can hear the breath of the grief

Souls of warriors are passing away,

Bringing suffering to the hearts.

Red river carries sad news

The songs of birds cannot be heard

Silence hanging over gloomy wood

And the sun hesitating to rise.

Life and light passed away from this world

Having left the moans of sorrow

Death-rattles and mothers' sobbings.

Behind the ancient wood

Shadows of gods receive to their world

The souls of brave and eternal.