The spear in my hand once more, I see through the dust and the mortal world with a cold eye; how can I fight against the mortal world if I am not afraid of you; kneel on one knee to stroke my armor, my soul will not abandon my saddle; grant me the invincible art, only to spill hot blood again; finally wave my sword in the sky, fire from a high tower; after three hundred days, are you willing to stand by my side? Close]