The warrior falls into the arms of death,
I sing a song, there is only white smoke,
Yearning for the vast heaven,
Silvery smoke rose above him.
He will fly to heaven,
The place where father and son met
Leave the burning world at your doorstep,
The world on the left put out the fire.
Warriors, embrace the separated lands,
I will become one with the sky, I will sleep with eternal dreams,
And the melancholy wanderer, the black crow
I want to cover my eyes with black wings! ! !