But I'm really not
Not a hero
A person's blood is as thick as the sunset.
Another can of spirits.
For the last time tonight
Give you a song
For you on the horizon
sing
Who threatened you with a sword?
My lover
my motherland
I am a bloodthirsty madman.
Beautiful musical rhythm
The sound of drums
My hatred
The sandstorm is coming again.
Blow-dry shirts
soon
Only the sword groaned.
The sword groaned.
But there's nothing I can do.
Facing the central plains
Kneel for the Central Plains
Why am I not a hero?
Where's the hero?
Can only put away the iron sword
Through his neck.