The man shall live again,
Broken down, torn apart,
He’ll ceaselessly born anew,
better, stronger, harder.
Let him know this cry,
Calling him from beyond this plane
A wake up call from the slumber,
Rejoice, young hunter!
The cold blood shall stain your blade again
And the air will drenched
With the guts and pieces
Of the wretched.
Stride forth, strike hard,
Hold on to your swords,
This is another dream
And dream shall always pass.
White Knight 