Ten warriors decided to cast lots;
Left in the trap, who will die first.
No way to stay alive;
But no one wanted the sin of suicide.
The lot fell to old general who was so kind;
Stab him in the neck, and then there were nine.
«Be quick! Who's next?» asked the mate;
The lot decided everything, and then there were eight.
The eighth endlessly prayed to heaven;
But his body fell to the ground, and then there were seven.
To die together, the twins tried fix;
Stabbed only one, and then there were six.
The sixth said, it was the best sword he has ever seen in his life;
He got a sword stuck in his stomach, and then there were five.
The fifth lived very well, but wanted even more;
In agony he died for a long time, and then there were four.
All four were destined for the same grief;
The lot fell to the King, and then there were three.
The lot fell to a woman, she has the same fate too;
Cut her throat with a knife, and then there were two.
The young warrior did not dare take a chance;
And together with everyone he was in the same place.
It's the same trap and it's time to cast lots. But it's too late;
The old general had the same fate.