The bloodstained ground,
The faint whisper of white,
Shining so bright,
As if to remind us of what we have lost.
Death, so sweet, please take us away,
Make us forget what it is like to fight,
Feel your sword drenched in blood,
See your enemy fall to the ground,
Hear yourself scream,
Wondering what you've taken away,
Wonder what you've done.
As the water droplets hit the ground one after the other,
You think what it is, why do I feel this way?
It's sorrow after all, sadness,
You just want to kill yourself,
Punish yourself for what you've done,
You want to feel your blood on your hands.
On the grounds which have been splattered with blood,
You see a something through the foggy mist,
Oh, how sad
It's a king's crown.