Battlefield of golden revenge
Smear the midnight sky
Confrontation is growing like weeds!
of the fallen warriors
Drags them to ruin
of the grief-stricken warrior
Take a hold of him
As the fighters get ensnared by their demises
Battle constructs itself
As the frightened warrior prays for peace...
and stabs himself...
And his heart is no longer in pieces
And his heart is free from anguish...