もはや、我が道に光は無く。
口は三日月の如く割れ、
眼光は血に飢えた獣の如し。

鍛えた武勲こそ衰えぬが、
我が魂は汚泥に沈み、
我が手足は凶刃と化した。

友よ、我が顔を見る事能わじ。
今やこの兜のみが、騎士だったものの残骸故。

There is no light in my path.
My mouth is opened like a crescent moon, and my gaze is that of a blood-hungry beast.

My trained skills won't fade, but my soul has been tainted, and my limbs have turned into weapons.

My friend, you shall not see my face, as this helmet remains the only proof of my knighthood.