The United States attacks and suffers
He foresees leaden prophecies,
They formed a flock of crows where everyone turned around.
Only the knight with the white dove holding the light,
Draw your sword against the rusty destiny——
When the scale of the holy law cuts the moonlight,
When Dark Feather and Silver Armor touch,
Hearing the soft sound of the world breaking apart,
Grow a new dawn.
Intention: To reappear the glory of humanity in the echo of pain