โFar behind you is the peaceful mountain village, where the cicadas sing. The sweet memories leaping in your heart have given way to the dancing flames of Hell, licking at your feet with every step of your final journey.โ
โI give to you the leaves of a willow tree, died in crimson to honor your parting. Now take it, take it, take it, and never look back. See the leaves fluttering in red, Song of the Willow!โ