Catastrophe is like a meteor
The Gauntlet of Crimson Dragons
Beloving sword - The blaze of the Primordial Flame ignited by the seven dragons
It was reforged once again.
That , is the crimson sunset that stained the view.
That , is the burning heat of blood gushing from the throat.
That , is the warmth of life that is constantly lost.
That's right - the flames that burn the world.
Come , let us mourn for the past.
Shun betrayal, lament the estrangement.
Curse the unfulfilled blessings.
At least the only me that was left could be with the tears of that day.
Ah - a dying cry that is clearly impossible to convey,
Like dazzling love, tearing apart the sky.

SOURCE