DESCRIPTION:
THE WORN BANNERS OF WU

Standing still on the shore after a dusty travel
Drinking wine at the feet of a wordless stone God
Here the sun is dancing on the adamantine waves
And the autumn wind blows announcing the cold winter...

Now what is left of that ancient and noble splendour '
When kings keep in hands gods' will
When they are waving in vain....

The worn banners of Wu

The spirit's voices are moving the clouds
And the warriors' laments are rising from the ground
Here where heroes are dust and human sign is vain
Where the glory of the kings is corroded by insects....

Now what is left of that ancient and noble splendour '
When kings keep in hands the will of the gods,
When are waving in vain...

The worn banners of Wu