The words of the aristocrats echo in the Guardian's head: This city has fallen out of balance. His instincts told him what had to be done, but his oath of balance stopped him. And where has it gotten him? Innocents dead, and a city that spits on the honor of his sacred position! No more indecision; if the city will not listen, then he must take a new approach… They are children in need Disregarding their virtue for greed I have given them freedom and watched them suffer I have shouldered their pain All I received was a curse on my name Bite the hand of their master and bleed their brothers dry! (You rule by) Mercy be damned (Conscription) I held their hand (Our choice is over) Now I will drag them to the light! My time at hand Calling for vengeance to be done? Your wish is my command To end their suffering The symmetry vowed in my soul I let go You will listen to me There will be those who reject my decree For the good of the nation I end their blindness No more praying in vain I am your savior; call out my name For the good of us all I demand that you comply These tower walls Once they were sacred in my mind Now shadow over all To kill my suffering The symmetry vowed in my soul I forego Their silken words rang true Now peace I shall renew My mind is made Freed from the irons of restraint Release the Guardian's blade An end to suffering The balance once found in my soul I let goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
