Glittering in the moonlight,

Thinking pensively

About the despised fight

And that angry memory

Whispering in his dreams

The fateful remedy.

The way to live, so it seems,

Is kill the enemy.

The one who robbed his pride away,

Stole his authority

The one he loathes with ev'ry day,

With that one injury.

Who increases in power

His pride he will avenge.

With every waking hour,

He will have his revenge.