Thats me

My friend, the fates are cruel There 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 eternal slumber. Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return

When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end