There comes a time in a man’s life, When he must reflect on the paths he’s taken. On the ones he’s created, And the ones he’s destroyed, And when to let hellfire rain down upon the masses below.
I’d like to think that mine have been in Gnara’s favor, Though my decisions have not always been painless.
Burdens of a King at times, feel like failure. However, with exhausting struggle comes vast greatness. Wryth, follow your heart, For you have always known ally from foe. I will be watching, from the skies above.
Our souls will soon be one, Forever, till the end of time. Eternally mine.
It’s been far too long Quaytra, That I have embraced your arms, Since I’ve tasted your lips, Or gazed in the deep blue of your eyes.
Quaytra, Our souls will soon be one, Forever, till the end of time. Eternally mine.
And for me, that day is today, The last of my days. Let the scriptures read, That I didn’t squander in my end, That I didn’t waver in the eyes of death. That I didn’t falter at the thought of my existence becoming absolute. And that every last waking moment, Every last instance that I draw breath, Was in the presence of those closest to the throne.
‘Tis the last day that we’ll exist in worlds apart For it has been far too long, Lord, I am ready to die, Take me away.
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