Wings of an Eagle and the Swords,
It blazed. And what a pain.
Spirit of the young,
Heroic of the youth,
Gold buds of big hopes,
Shines with their dark clothes.

The thirst says,
"FOR THE FATHERLAND"
But his mind says,
It's not a Fairyland.

The last sight,
They knew it.
One last moment,
They felt it.
One last hope
But the terror burned it.

Wait. Look at you, covered with Red.
Searching for the Gold,
It's getting fade.
But the stubborn still holds,
The weapon being in the bed.

Happy level-up! But wait.
Your mother is weeping. Isn't she happy?
Dear brother,
I'm sorry, she won't meet you again.
But your memories will hang
Around our hearts, again and again....