"My journey is already complete. My name is Shanalotte. The dragon gave me this name, for I was born with none. I was born of dragons, contrived by men. By ones who would cozen fate herself… They are the ones who created me. But they failed."
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Like a moth drawn to the flame Your wings will burn in anguish Time, after time For that is your fate The fate of the cursed
Each king has a rightful throne And when he sits upon it He sees what he chooses to see Or perhaps, it is the throne Which shows the king Only what he wants
Long have I awaited one like you Who would break the shackles of fate Long have I tended to the fire Watching this world decay
Those who come to Drangleic Soon lose hope and turn hollow It happens to them all Perhaps this is your future
Will this cycle ever end at last? The curse must be repeated Will we ever learn from the past? In failure we are all defeated
Each king must sit this throne And when he sits upon it It shall be his enemy Or maybe, it is the throne Which shows the king This is his destiny
Long have I awaited one like you Who would break the shackles of fate Long have I tended to the fire Dreaming of this very day
When darkness came upon this world The king refused to set me free Despairing fate, he locked away the throne And left humanity the key For ages I have endured this curse To await the end of my suffering Yours is the fate to light the flame of hope And in it burn eternally
Each king will sit this throne And when he sits upon it Then he will truly see The flame is the throne Which burns with want And the cycle repeats
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"Fate would not be bested, and men were cursed once again. If you proceed, Nashandra will come after you. Knowing that you will take the throne, and link the fire. She covets the First Flame, and the Great Soul. Put Nashandra to rest. Bring an end to your journey…and mine." Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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