The day has split
The bitterest of bitter days
You drove your horses into battle
All is lost
You are now alone
You are crushed by the weight of loss
But your soul is open
But you have to clench, like before, the sword in your hand
Open your eyes
You chances are good, let the storm pass
And the world will speed to its doom
You said everything
But there is only fighting, open your eyes
Go ahead, solve it
And win
From the naive dreams
You got here, where everything was serious
Happiness didn't happen, didn't come true
There is little light
The tip of the knife
Has spent a hundred hours covered in rust.
Though it's for victory is poisoned
Hope is still alive, and and it's soul is pure.