The wind is roaring by my side
The sand and smoke has blocked my eyes
On the paper of the field
Composing epic works of mine

My sight is full of powder and flames
My battleflag is torn and stained
With the legion of my troops like squalls
Arrows like the rain

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I'll resist my fate
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I tried to live a peaceful life
But I was born to walk this way
It's just my instinct
Because I'm raised by the edge of blades

All my glory and my dreams
Will pass like leaves in flowing streams
Walls could tumble steeds could fall
What kind of story they will tell?