The last words ever heard.

Our tale is of hate and redemption.

Far greater than friends we are, far deeper than brothers.

The victor will be redeemed but never free of our greatest battle.

Permanent our scars will be, neither one of us will forget.

We will battle and never f**k, we will battle and make love.

You took away my love, but you are my truest.

Revenge has set me free and placed me as the slave of hate.

One of us will die while the other survives.

We battle unarmed, like beasts, forever harmed.

We folow the code of the warrior, evil meets the ends.

Our union is consecrated by the blood of the fallen.

Our hands, seperate and drenched in life in liquid.

Our embrace will be cold and hateful.

An embrace will we share with only eachother.

One of has to die, I've come too far to make it me.

You are the better warrior, the better swordsman.

However our skill is matched through and through.

Our will to kill will make the gods cringe.

You lye here in my weathered arms.

A brave man, never were, forever are.

Life flows out as death fills you.

But this is not the end, where ever you go I will be there.

We've come to far, done too much to let it end.

For I have sold my soul for this revenge.

Far from over is our battle.

The war of ours will wage on for an eternity.

We will fight, never will there be the bitter end.

Life has been forgotten, hatred has been embedded.

You are the weary soul, broken and brave.

I am the souless, angry and afraid.

You were always the villain.

I'm not the hero in this tale.

Our tale is of hate and redemption.

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[Alicante lullaby]

fells like Agincourt remake...blood,wrath,passion...