(Somber, slow, often accompanied by a single lute)
Oh, Crimson Knight of endless climb,
Who bled for love and lost to time,
Your sword still rings on tower stone,
You fight for those who die alone.They say her heart was forged in flame,
A vow, a curse, a whispered name.
She climbs not seeking peace or throne—
But for a grave that stands unknown.Oh, Crimson Knight, with eyes that weep,
Rest not in death, nor rest in sleep,
For love unsaved and oath unbroken,
Your blade remains your final token.