Standing alone on the hill of swords
The twin blades he still holds
Bleak sky, barren ground
This world is his burial mound
Betrayed by his noble ideal
Eternally bound to this ordeal
This burden's too heavy load
A dark mistake, never ending road
Forging iron on top of the hill
Prepared to do deeds against his will
One knight in a saintly shroud
To die he will never be allowed
By his hand, many have perished
Gone are the ideals he once cherished
Hero's pride? Only wasteland he is left with
Counter Guardian, Heroic Spirit - a blacksmith
Steel is his body, fire is his blood
His name was dragged through the mud
For justice he fought in countless wars
These borrowed ideals now he abhors
This wretched world is the only thing left to him
His life has no meaning, long ago forsook his dream
Though in life he was just
His ideals have all turned to dust
Mastermind, a murderer they said
Did they forget how many times for them he bled?
Sent to the gallows by those he wanted to protect
To serve as a scapegoat, filled with regret
Called to war for Holy Grail
A sole purpose he has, he cannot fail
His younger self he must kill
That is now his only will
To wipe his mistake from this world, to change his fate
For this one opportunity he did endlessly wait
To disappear is his final wish
For his whole existence is foolish
Maybe it's futile, his outlook grim
It's a chance still, no matter how slim