Since which day,
Did he become known as “Mydei”?

His strength rivals all lands,
But the man pays it no heed—

For only the authority of a king can end another king,
And only strife can end strife.

The torrent of conquest crosses the barrens,
Yet with homeland's blood, it is destined to be stained.

None dare to shake his hand in greeting.

For his hands burn as the blazing sun,
Soaked in the might of flames.

What a mighty feat it is —
In the aftermath of defeat,
The man digs graves for the deceased soldiers,
Burying thousands with his own hands.

In that fight…
He crushed all invading blades with his fists.

A body immortal may never fall,
But tears of pain in his heart still flow.

“His years of drifting made him detest water's waves.”
They say, that is the reason he's so unwilling to weep.^[1]

But in Aidonia's blizzards he once did cry,
A tear shed among the storm and frost,
That bloomed into a lily stained with blood.

Like his undying body,
The Flower never wilts.

In time, the entire world will turn to ash…
This haughty man shall be,
The one to leave behind the world's final beauty.
Though none are willing to believe.