"He killed the man" - they said.

"He pierced  the man with seven arrows 

That's how the fell

That's how he saw the end 

The man even couldn't say farewell

The archer stiked him down - 

Four in the back,

One in  the neck,

And two arrows straight in the chest." - they said,

Two of the man's commrades.

"We were running

Our friend was behind us

We've been chased by the lions and their Master

We've been in trap...

The woods couldn't saved us

And so he knew

Most of our men were captured

And we were just a few.

We were out of breath

Thought we're in safe

Among the Nature

...

The enemies were close

Out of sight

Then, the man, our friend, have told us 

With a single gesture of his hands

That we should leave him behind

That's the only thing he wants;

That he woudn't change his mind;

That the time is the only thing we can not rewind;

That someday we all shall turn into a sand;

And we must stay alive 

So we could tell the story of Arxal 

Who haven't lose his faith even when he met his death."

"Run, you fools!" -  the man yelled 

"You should go, the enemies are close!"

But it was too late...

They saw us

They were right behind us

And we couldn't escape.

The sun has slept

With the last reins we saw

The archer on a tall tree

We were surrounded by the men with golden armor and silver spears

"Surrender" - yelled the commander

"Release them! Let them be!

 You want me!" - Arxal answered, watching him with rage

"Don't you dare to move, filthy rats!" - one of the soldiers spitted out, as he approached me.

 I heard him pulling out his blade
 I felt it on my neck.

...

"Release them!

They may leave

But first they shall see how you bleed!" - the commander ordered.

The archer was prepared

The soldiers stepped away

Arxal knew the end was near,

As he put down his spear

The man looked at his executioner and smiled.

"Remember me and tell this to my family -

I died in battle 

I'm ready to leave

And join my ancestors

In the lands of Avademir

Is this how it ends, we all shall meet our deaths someday,

And today is my turn to face my fate

To go on my way; - he said turning his head towards his executioner, with hands up to the sky.

"Archer, it's your turn..."

That's how it ends.

They released us with the words: 

"Tell the story of the brave soldier Arxal, son of king Arlxon..."

"He killed the man" - they said.

"With seven golden arrows." - it so they tell...