Light returns
As his senses are regained
Body burns
With the wounds he had sustained
He awoke on the ground of a tent by the battle's edge
Bandaged and repaired,
And across from him sat a wounded warrior
Who smiled at him as he stared.
Welcome back Darius
May your mind free of pain
For the battle is won
And the King's army slain
You awake in the camp of the Brotherhood's men
I have much to explain my friend.
I am the mark that you have sought
I am the scourge the crown has fought
I tried to take Kind Ghermund's life
I am the blade, the edge, the knife
And though they chained and shackled me
By the might of my brothers I am free
Now with my mission nearly through
I give it to you...
Although my face you do not know
I've known you since five years ago
Many sing your legends high,
But none of them know it more than I
Five years ago, the Unyielding One
Held back an army of barbarians
Though all his troops had fled from his side
The Unyielding fought and emerged alive
The King had cowered and ordered retreat
But the Unyielding stood and repelled defeat
When the enemies ran and returned to their homes
That coward King claimed victory for his own
But there are
Those of us who know the lie
We were there
And we heard your battle cry
I was among the peasants, unarmed and sick
Who you saved from death that day
And from henceforth we formed the Brotherhood
And swore that King Ghermund would pay
All the same, there remains
One last puzzle piece left
In our plans for the King
And his glorious death.
We need one of his own
Who will see this land free,
And complete the mission for me.
I am the mark that you have sought
I am the scourge the crown has fought
I tried to take Kind Ghermund's life
I am the blade, the edge, the knife
And though they chained and shackled me
By the might of my brothers I am free
Now with my mission nearly through
I give it to you...
Darius understood what he must bring to pass
For his journey had led him to purpose at last
And the truth was revealed, and the hour was late
As he gazed off the edge of fate
Now
Take my blade, take my hilt
Take my life's work in hand
And in death may it bring
A new life to this land
Though I die from this world, there is no need to cope
In your hands shines a shard of hope
I am the mark that you have sought
I am the scourge the crown has fought
I tried to take Kind Germond's life
I am the blade, the edge, the knife
And though they chained and shackled me
By the might of my brothers I am free
Now with my mission nearly through
I give it to you...
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