My friend, my fates are cruel.
Their are no dreams, no honor remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance.
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation,
And your own slumber.
Legend shall speak
At sacrifice at world's end.
The winds flow over the waters surface.
Quietly, but surely.
