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wipe the tear, we can still hear you

Now you're the master

The unfaithful are laughing...

The star is fading...

You've drawn the sigil sign

I've found the sword

So do it, do not waver

Someone is grinning...

I know your question...

Reach back with your memory...

I hear the horses' pit-a-pat

How I wished to throw it away

But there always was this voice...

A fleer is wafting...

You haven't failed my son

Stick your sword, I'll protect you

'This the sound of ravens ascending

Yes, my son, it is the end

You recognize them, a fearsome death it is

Silence...