Escaflowne

Crimson cloak ruffles in the breeze,
Gravel shifts underfoot, the air is frozen,
Mithril automaton stands, controlled by
Heart, Mind, and unrelenting determination

The enemy shifts their form, menacing, foreboding,
Two become as one, sword springs,
From sheath to air, air to hand
Automaton no more, steel giant of future,

Upon which rides the hope of nations,
Gleaming, glinting, the black horde
Leaps upon the lone figure, steel
Death flashing, attempting an end to hope

Crimson cloak ruffles in the breeze,
Sweat streaming from exhertion,
Hope fights on, God of War,
Escaflowne, the future fights on