Nightfall, I feel the cold wind against my face
Look through the window, I see the chivalry
waiting for a sign of attack
The fire in the sky, the sign to begin
Only the stronger will survivor
and the weak must die
Stand up your sword and fight
by glory of your crowd
Beyond the stones, the shadows will come
Rising the children of the dragon
The moon is the sole flash, of a cold game
The days beyond of twilight
to the brave in the night
