The warrior comes from the history with the sword and the steed

Fight with the enemy burn the castles all for the sturdy faith

The dismal color of death pervades in the sky

The massive wound in his side and the blood is his pride

Although the battle is hard the life will not be last

But mother and sweetheart are always in his heart

Eternal lights in the world are life's flickers and death

My warrior wish to be a bird and spread his wings flying high

I walk down the old streets try to find the mark

The winds of wisdom blow are all for the eternal gloria

My warrior never is alone together our hearts beat as one

We will fight all along one for all all for one