"An old Field Marshall (which would be declared Megalomaniac in Our age but A Hero in  Ancient/Medieval Times) is reliving His Glorious Past and Youth.   Both Are Gone, the Essence of Melancholy."    Captured in this Paradise of Light  I can only Feel Lost  No Grief, No pain  How to Maintain  This world is No Longer Mine  A Warlord I Was, Cities we took  A Warlord I Was, Cities we took  Melancholy fills My Heart  Why did I lose my Youth  Brilliant our Battles were  No Journey too Great  Parades in Conquered Streets  While our Banners were flying High  True Glory could be Found  Inspired by the Root Of All Evil  Memories of Battles  Like Gods of War we Were  Like Gods of War we Were  We sat at Satan's Left Hand  Peace Came...Oppressed instincts  Reign my Land,  This Land is no longer Mine,  Now Our Paradise is Lost...