The wind is roaring by my side
The sand and smoke has blocked my eyes
On the paper of the field
Composing epic works of mine
My sight is full of powder and flames
My battleflag is torn and stained
With the legion of my troops like squalls
Arrows like the rain
Bend your bow
Whet your sword
It's time for full attack
Forward and forward
No place for one step back
Bend your bow
Whet your sword
It's time for full attack
It's not my dynasty but
I'll resist my fate to the last
I tried to live a peaceful life
But I was born to walk this way
It's just my instinct
Because I'm raised by the edge of blades
All my glory and my dreams
Will pass like leaves in flowing streams
Walls could tumble steeds could fall
What kind of story they will tell?

INVIA LE CORREZIONI