مرثیه فرمانده ‌

History records the victories; the walls remember the truth.

A commander erased from history, yet still remembered in the nightmares of his enemies.

Some wars never end; they simply move the battlefield within us.

I did not come to save anyone; even saviors are condemned here.

Loyalty is dead in this land; all that remains is the habit of obedience.

Speak my name softly; the walls still remember my old commands.

I am the commander of a land that no longer exists.

پوسیدگیِ آنچه روزی زنده بود. اینجا، خاکسترها هنوز فرمان می‌دهند.

فرمانده‌ی ارتشی که مدت‌هاست سقوط کرده؛ اما هنوز کسی جرئت اعلام شکستش را ندارد.