Farewell My Hero (Ancient Bards)

knight, withstand calm down, take your breath for now you make the rules the turn is yours. concentrate on the black guardian anticipate his moves and spear right in his weak point The wind is rocking the trees the grey clouds run off through the sky nature is restless and furious we're spectators of a frightening scene the dragon's wingspan's enormous his tail's a lethal whip but there's no fear in daltor's face he is the king of Westland he knows how to deal with horrible beasts like you because the king with his sword in his hand has won every battle we're on the safe side The beast is wounded and bleeds the battle will soon come to an end it won't resist any longer no one ever could bear all that pain wait! now it seems to get stronger it manages to fly and then attacks at Daltor's back he was the king of Westland he knew how to deal with horrible beasts like you because the king with his sword in his hand had won every battle this was the last one Look! the dragon's seized our hero it is taking him away!