The fallen gates rise.

An army of men ready for battle.

The beasts across from them growl.

A man came out and took off his helmet.

His gray strands fall to his shoulders.

The beasts part before the warrior of Death.

The last prophecy is at an end.

When he crosses the gate, he will be mortal.

And the dragon is waiting for him.

The girl sees him,

And she wants to run to him.

But the knight stops her.

It's too dangerous.

The beasts will tear her apart.

But she has to live.

The last prophecy is at an end.

When he crosses the gate, he will be mortal.

And the dragon is waiting for him.

When he crosses the gate, he will be mortal.

And the dragon is waiting for him.

When he crosses the gate, he will be mortal.

And the dragon is waiting for him.