The young prince runs through the war attempting to kill every enemy in sight, he tries to concentrate, but all that comes to mind is,
My fate is unparalleled,
the killer below,
yet the rust on the knife comes out of the ground very clearly,
cutting through iron like mud,
become the dragon of from the fire.
All that ends up is:
The sound of the news of my defeat in battle.
The people of my village flee from the battlefield for safer shelter. I can do nothing but lay peacefully, awaiting my end.
For the Itallics, they are the lyrics of Unparalleled by Jay Chou. For the ‘The sound of the news of my defeat in battle’ is changed, but it means the same meaning.