At the border between memorable death and immortal demise, my veins bear witness to the crimson sojourn light. The red reality of my dreams becomes the life I sacrifice, as the winds scream my name, sinking me deeper into the night.
My body, adorned with scars, my soul filled with passion, draws its final breaths toward a divine ambition. The crescent and the star mark my red apparel, a life lived in a single moment—this is its fable.
Destiny distinguished, I wear the stars on my shoulders. This is the romance of a soldier—one who lives for a nation to witness the crimson sojourn light, as the winds scream his name and he sinks, once again, into the night.