Saber of moment which cut through the path of chaos.
Didturbing hands reching for defect on your back.
Discard honors and leaves on your grave
With no flowers and cross, with no name
I lost my hand
I lost my eyes
I lost my faith
I lost my soul
Passional battlefield, cycle of life and death, a tough soul without a breakdown
Prepare with silence before you will fight I stand behind you
Prepare for your death
hold your own sword life and death is yours
Winner of darkness of life Buried alive and unbeaten land with no wise name and gallant dignity
Life and death is just worthless.