O, knight in the shining armor
The one who possess
A heart made from pure gold
An armor made of polished metal

Be prepeared, dearest!
The sun rises in the morning
Reminds me that the war is near
As you wear your battle gear
I'm afraid that you'll never return
And bring back an innocent heart
That is stolen by a humble knight

Against you I cling, o faithful knight!
One in a million; unvanquished, immovable
When the winds of war knocks on the door
And the Inquisition has been launched
Still, I cling to you, my faithful knight
Although I have seen the outcome
When the leaves have fallen and
Swept away my pride; my would-be bride

Before you leave, I shall ask you;
Do you desire to ride with me?
Before you go to the endless battles
One last kiss, before the sun rises?
Before you are consumed by spears

One last ride to Scarborough Fair
The last tomb of our memories
Remember me kindly, my dear
For I am the one who lives here

If a terrible fate should put my faith
Into the blackened battlefield
And fill my view with an inferno
Then simply rejoice and bid adieu;
For thee has already won my heart.

[Banyuwangi, 08/06/18]