In the heat of the fray, our heroes stood. Now their advance was stuck, When by the sword of a knight in enemy ranks Helveti was struck. As he fell to the ground, his assaulter fled, Leaving the men in grief. And his brothers of the Elitron band Watched in disbelief. As if he himself had felt the blow Daron cried out in pain, And he knelt by his side in those final moments ‘Till no breath did remain. “No debt goes unpaid. Thus was the promise by justice laid.” Across the field, the knight that killed Young Daron's friend now battled on In a suit of silver, on a steed of white, An ideal fighter, The Republic's pawn. Rising thus from his comrade slain, Daron now did go To hack through the forest of blades and shields, To face his newfound foe. Vengeance consumes him, The fierce burn of loss now exhumes him. All thoughts escape him Except those of revenge which now take him. No man, friend or foe, blocked his path As he strode toward the knight with unbound wrath. For before the bloodshed ends this day, The fallen's debt he must repay. Emerging now from the thick of men, Daron found himself in a clearing wide With his adversary facing him, Awaiting his arrival with blade by side. Upon this fiend, he would exact Vengeance for his brother. And both men charged now with intent To destroy the other. Sparks fly as blades clash, And steel ruptures time's path. Transcending the light's flash, The fierce foes unleash their wrath. On as the hurricane and the glorified reaping Of victory is carved in fate. Instinct is history's victor, torrent of reaving As Daron's blade now did sedate. And now his mind absolves of pain, There lie his breatheren's killer slain. “No debt goes unpaid. Thus was the promise by justice laid.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
