These corrupted lands, they're starting to fill me with fear.
How am I supposed to protect you like this? 
How am I supposed to protect you from the dark lands this once grand kingdom has become? 
I don't know how much longer I can resist the tempting shadows, as I feel them creeping nearer. 
Even as my mind is lost, please run. 
Don't look back. 
I'll keep fighting, through my darkest hour. 
I won't stop fighting for you, until my sword has left the tight grasp of my gauntlet. 
I won't stop fighting until I fall to my knees, broken, and my breath falters and comes to a stop. 
Until I die, even as my mind is warped by the shadows, I won't stop fighting for you.