The imbalance of the city and the corruption of the young Guardian reaches the ears of his
Master. Vowing to undo the damage and pull his Acolyte back from the mires of evil, the Master
travels to the city, confronting the Guardian at the top of the tower.
Shocked to stone at the man you have become
Broken shell, once so innocent and young
Warped and torn, there's no balance in this state
Take my hand, I will free you from your hate
These useless words are lessons in lies!
These simple fools won't compromise!
Give me the blade and one by one
We will undo the things you've done
Can't you see? All that power in your soul?
Just bitter pain; just a slave with no control
Rule by force, and the balance you ignore
Those you've slain, are they better than before?
Those hopeless dregs I could not purify?
Did they not deserve to die?
Give me the blade
and one by one
We will undo the
things you've done
This guardian's blade? A simple task!
All that you had to do was ask...
A sudden snap to focus
by the master's final breath
Sacred blade, that once signified my path
Now wet with blood, sparked by suffering and wrath
This lifeless frame, once had raised me as his own
And once again, I am utterly alone
I close my master's eyes
All hear my cries:
Take back the blade! What have I done?
This twisted thing that I've become
My senses frayed! My master slain
No absolution for me; no solace for my pain

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