As the horn rings throughout the land, my brethren cheer.
The enemy is retreating, my comrades chase them showing no fear.
I gaze upon this shining land upon which I grew. With that beautiful mountain and it’s golden hue.
Here I lay, in this grass upon which I was slain. I will die strong, showing no pain.
Taking my final breath, I am content.
I died a man with no regrets.