Darkness prevails in a world full of tears
Defeated in battle and vanquished afar
Alone and on board I’ve sailed through the mere
I’ve beckoned her name but sunk only to depths
The steel that once fuelled the soul of my kin
Belongs in the shrine of the hand of my liege
Who’s might I saw crumble as he fell to the ground
But found breathe to summon and ask me this deed
Yet death was a whisper so imminent my friend
As I knelt at the cross of your beloved Sword