A bell rings on the east side,
the signal of the new fight
A call of alliance is in the air,
but this restless heart is in despair
Does the sword be the remedy,
for the heart of this warrior
For he suffered the invisible wounds,
that no medicine can cure
The ache of the past comes to hunt him,
and his future is a little dim
They told to move on,
pick up a weapon and go
But could he leave his life in the fields,
where his life had been lived?
A field of grains is enough,
but blood is very rough
When will this battle end?
When will this battle end?
Is this the solution for healing a broken heart?
to pick up a sword and die like a hero
For his heart is now lifeless,
it's better for him to die hopeless
The tip of the sword shall kill him,
Not the words of the hear that haunts him
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