Текст песни Храм Заката - Воин

Valley was silent for thousands of years
When covering a million lights.
The scabbard is empty, the harbingers of misfortune
They hide in each of sharp swords .
Midnight forgotten and near dawn.
Nearing the hour of battle .
With what we are playing with the fate or not
Will remain an eternal mystery to us .

It burned away the rising
You wanted to save his family,
And glorify you forever - warrior.