There’re fires all around; the country is consumed
The sparks are dancing faster and the flames are getting hotter
But suddenly both Fate and Time just let their horses zoom
They galloped then, as bullets sang,
And as the world would go insane
Enduring this flutter

The bullets chasing us are blind, dumb, and brutal
And while our horses dashed, they followed us in flight
The horseshoes turned red-hot, detached and became futile
To bring luck later to the ones who find them on-site

The reins are unsteady - twisting ‘round
And locks of hair are tangled up, and thoughts are intertwined
But then the wind would get the hair unbound
And straighten the confusion in the mind

The fleeing from the fire, the panic, the cascade,
But none of that had mattered cause good fortune had not parted
And Time now galloped on our side; the riders drew their blades
The poet rides, the horse in flight
The fires ebbed, and then they died
But the pursuit just started

The world had never seen a movement so aligned
The hooves would beat the earth distributing the blame
The bullets, drunk with blood, that once were dumb and blind
Have gained vision, smartened up, and seldom missed their aim

And who will win - the tension is abiding
And who is quicker - no one will settle for defeat
The raging wind seeped through the skin - no hiding
And chilled the bones past the meat

Good luck waits up ahead and cures for the sick
Time started taking shortcuts, that’s reason to be hoping!
What’s promised for tomorrow will be bittersweet to pick
An easy ride, the foes in sight
The allies also in the light
And Fate rides in the open

The gullible grim reaper was taken for a jester
He hesitated just, and missed his chance to strike
The bullets fell behind, as we were moving faster
A bloody bath that we could hope to pass up on this hike

The wind no longer troubled any-body
Both Time and Fate are injured, but who is keeping score
The winds and steeds were carrying the bodies
And souls of those slain in the war