My greatest companion upon the right,
my angel upon the left.
I in the center.
Alas, if only I had a fetter,
to bind my comrades and I together!
For at the end of our journey,
I've lost the tourney,
my friends are gone.
The prize, the princess,
I must confess,
is beyond my grasp.
Her hand I shall never clasp.
My friend urged me to forget,
yet these memories cannot be let.
Blessed chains of silver I seek,
to bind us, the meek, together.
Once more will I gaze upon my friend.
Once more will I survey my flame.
Once more shall we be the same, no longer shall we diverge.