The rain falls down,
As we walk together through the valley of death,
Righteous and victorious,
With eyes wide open.
The wait is finally over,
For Katharina the White,
Who has been dying to get through the realm of terror,
Without any weapon but patience.
She walks with another warriors,
Sir Ramsez de la Monstera, the king,
Sir Vaughn Beethorver, the dragoon,
And Sir Galagher the Grey, the guardian.
Katharina the White walks out first,
And the three stays where they stand.
Katharina the White bows for them,
Thanking them, and leaving with no regret.
Walk tall, my friends.
Head up high.
You shall fear no evil,
For you are the knight of the round table.