My sight is a blurred skyline  The blue stream its head inclines    Doubt's river-like  Made with cold blood  My will's the dyke  That stops the flood  When anguish grows  It overflows so slow    When I have just done my best  I say: Alea jacta est  I've made up my mind  With my troops behind  The eagles are shadowing the west!    I see the river  And know I have to cross    Waters carries past with them  Never coming back yet    A bitter stone like round distress  Suddenly I take and toss    Gushes flow with scum light red  Omen of a fast end    When I have just done my best  I say: Alea jacta est  I've made up my mind  With my troops behind  The eagles are shadowing the west!    Doubt!  After reflecting I shout:  Eagles of the war, march on!  Water hasn't got return when it is gone    these lyrics are submitted by botas