The land that gave birth to him called him home from the deepest part of his soul. In the end, he endured the sword that pierced the chest for Arthur, resolutely welcomed the grand death, burned his life's blood, and fell on the vast land of his motherland. Eyes that are not closed are in the soil, looking up at the sky with changing clouds.
In the final victory, Arthur buries you with tears; dawn arrives as scheduled, but the dead will never see the sun of tomorrow.
The smoke from the city is shattered, the North Star falls, I worship the sky and melancholy and drink alone;
Dream soul returns, choked with tears, unable to remember the prosperous youth.
Before I spoke, my face was covered with dust. Where could I find it in front of the bottle?
There is nothing to repay in this life. In the next life, I will carry my passion and serve the sword for my Lord; watch him turn his hand and overthrow the world.