Oh sweet beauty, born of the blissful night

A withered rose, petals broken and thrown betwixt thy path

Awaken, lift up thy weary head, o’ great knight, step into and from the light

Furies of life, embrace thy cause and face thy own wrath

Tread lightly upon the wizened path, amidst thy own fears

Gather thy courage, forget the pain of the past

Hold back thy sorrow, the angry, unshed tears

Fear not the toils, the hardships which to thee shall be cast

Live by the word, heed its divine call

Bound by the order, a forgotten chivalry of days long dead

Fight by the word, lest it be thy fall

Go forth now, proudly raise up thy head

Warrior of life, warrior of death, give onto thy calling thy last breath!

Painted in blood, thy honor stained, thy faith broken and shattered

No longer able to bear the sorrow, will thy accept death

Now that thy body is destroyed, thy soul ripped and tattered

Live by the sword, die by the sword

Alas, face the tragic irony, know thy life but a lie filled with woe!

Die now by thy own accord

Slowly sinking, drowning, o’ great warrior in the Sea of Sorrow!