Enthronement of the Sovereign

To my old homeland I return again
Enshrouded by autumnal fragrance
Blood trickling down from bleaking woods
To the drenched soil — squandered — and seeps away
On the field through accomplished
Cruelty an eminence grise
Strides, scattering ash on fallen heroes
Is he the spirit of forgotten ancestors
Which takes charge of a conquered land?
Is it in his mind to end up destruction
Which dominated the last centuries?
He should be the comrade
Of our blood enforcd with
Honor and strength of old days
He wields his cptre, ash eclipses sunset
And commands silence over this decease
It makes me shudder in consideration
Of this deed of the source of all fullfillment
I retreat and bow down in reverence
For the new sovereign