Remembrance of the Goddess of God

We step down from the battlefield and put away the goblin's head to listen to the women's cheers. At the victory party we drink the wine made by the dwarves and we sing the battle songs made by the elves. When the wind whirls, the goddess of war puts down the yew tree. The Bow and Arrow The color of a rose-bloom on her smiling lips - "Ode to Beorilian" Wars are rekindled, suspicions abound in alliances that were once strong.When the illusion of peace is shattered, the god of war will be born again in the wind