Fantasy March

The sea of ​​clouds is surging, the sky is cracking, and the truth is revealed at this moment. The evil dragon fell from the sky, and the elves disappeared silently. Visitors from outside the territory mercifully kill all living things. Forgive, forgive, We are all thieves, we are all sinners. May your world prosper forever... / And I play Play a song about [the sorrow of the times] And when I play, the world is plunged into darkness The prelude flows, the rotten wood burns And I play, the hero marches to the end