War ravages the sacred lands,
Those that lie where you do not see.
Conquering all, restless is the enemy;
Only Castle Hope still stands.

Brave soldiers, friends, family;
Fearless, they march into battle.
One-by-one they're slain, no chance for victory.
They now rest eternally.

Only the general's left,
He's barely breathing anymore.
A cold blade takes aim, ready to pierce the heart
Faintly beating in his chest.

It's he for whom the bell tolls.
The hour of death is drawing near.
The sword begins its descent, this is the end;
Time to go, the curtain calls.

But the blade can't find its way:
For another one blocks the path.
The general can not let go of the past,
And his Hope will never sway.

He draws strength from what once was,
Burning memories guide his blade,
Restless, he marches toward endless glory,
And it's all for a good cause.

His strength comes from what could be,
A future that's worth fighting for.
The last bastion between joy and agony,
That's what he'll forever be.