I have grown fond of my burdens, they serve t remind me that all I have lost is the freedom die or feel mortal. Life is fated, and I offer my guard.
The specter of Death rides unheeded, a legion unnumbered and we are just four. His army would claim every mortal, but my steel was old when Death was young.
Too log has He mocked as He's taken. A seer, a pure-blood, and I, Ire's slave, have called down the ones who'll being worse than Death could dream, He'll face it last.
The riders of Her had my blessing, the vainglory of kings and the crimes of the poor have spread like a plague beyond healing... but they are mine to watch, for them, a Lord!
For my life I'll keep my failing light, until the dust has vanished, I will offer my guard. For my price I'll roam my wretched world, "To the end of all time, I will serve as thine Guard".
The parting of clouds mark their arrival, the beating of hooves cannot shake my repose. My Gods have sent those behind Vleneng to bring to Death, and place me in his throne.
The Crowning is brief and well hidden, for a Guardian's Birth is not one they should see. A procession of silent, grim demons march back to their secret keep.
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Blind as they are, I'm am their Law, their fate is mine to save as I might. Forsaking my guild, forgetting my past. Leaving my home and crossing the wall, silently throned and becoming the All, unseen and unheard is the dawn of my rule.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
