The enemies stand apart in a field of ash
Alas, two swords shattered from a single blade

Once one wielded only in self-preservation
Now two lashing out in the dark spirit of vengeance

One will say, 'For justice'
One will say, 'For dreams'

Too often, soon after such words are spoken, a war is waged.

When the people cannot find unity
in the one treasure they all share,
then surely the kings will fall.

The kings will fall, crushed under the weight
Of cold justice needlessly served
And hopeless dreams that once could have been
Perishing from the earth,
each one piercing the others heart
With that bloody sword called own hatred

Tearing itself apart