Standing alone on the hill of swords

The twin blades he still holds

Bleak sky, barren ground

This world is his burial mound

Betrayed by his noble ideal

Eternally bound to this ordeal

This burden's too heavy load

A dark mistake, never ending road

Forging iron on top of the hill

Forced to deeds against his will

One knight in a saintly shroud

To die he will never be allowed

By his hand, many have perished

Gone are the ideals he once cherished

Hero's pride? Only wasteland he is left with

Counter Guardian, Heroic Spirit - a blacksmith

Steel is his body, fire is his blood

His name, dragged through the mud

For justice he fought in countless wars

These borrowed ideals now he abhors

Mastermind, a murderer they said

Too many times for them he bled

Sent to the gallows by those he willed to protect

To serve as a scapegoat, drown in regret

A call to arms, a Holy Grail

Sole purpose he has, he shan't fail

His once self he must kill

That is now his only will

To wipe his mistake from this world, to change his fate

For this one opportunity he did endlessly wait

Maybe it's futile, his outlook grim

It's a chance still, no matter how slim