Woman, my most beloved
To whom my love is immeasurable
What agony it is to leave you again
but I must go to weather the storm
Should the heaven fall upon me I shall feel no remorse;
With my hands stained with their blood,
I'll kneel on my knees and vow my head
Kiss the earth, embrace the winds,
Should I become a monster I once fought,
I shall crush them!
THeir blood shall quench my thirst
Until then this raging spirit shall rest
and my means shall justify my ends....
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