The Zaltarion banner flies high; there's no retreat before the lonely city. The sound of hooves is crisp, and the enemy shadows flicker in the dense forest. You and I will defend our homeland.
Weakness is the original sin, and only with no attachments can we be fearless! In tattered armor and weary bodies, we march side by side through mountains and waters.
River Running, we come to protect. You raise your lance, and blood stains the lonely mountain. Who stands at the edge of River Running?
Knights encircle and surround, a lone soldier presses on without retreat. Where in this world is there greater bravery?
The purple-clad archer draws back the long arrow, releasing it with a fierce flight! Three dragon spears! With it, all foes are crushed!
We charge into River Running without looking back! In this battle, none have returned! Who will remember whom? The afterglow of Zaltarion…
The Dragon-Slaying Sword dances in the air, the hooves of the Summer Horse tread forward and backward.
Life and death accompany us; we do not regret this battle in adversity. Nobility is buried deep within humility. The shield wall is unbreakable; the spear formation cascades like water. How can the glory of Zaltarion fade?
If you fall, I cannot retreat; if you tire, I dare not rest. What shall we use to guard you for three thousand years?
The wind and snow obscure the faint enemy shadows, and the cold gleam of the blade stings your eyes!
Who knows the sorrow of fate, if this battle cannot return? In River Running, we turn to ash, and perfection departs.
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