I've won with myself, now there is no more.
I've crushed the pain and beaten the stars back to the skies where they belong in heaven. spent so much time in solitude, but now that is done, now i'm free. our souls will no longer be in your grasp. the sun will set us free, free from the wrath of oppressive gods. i've followed far too long, but no one knows the answer, no one knows there is none. and i know what you say means nothing for us. it is just a reflection of your ashen soul. i am sick of your wasted lies, no longer do they mean anything. now, and so i've depressed all this land in search of good ways and good friends, and on my journey home i realize there is no one else… in the end our souls belong to us, so lush and full of pain. in the end our battles will die and our swords will lay to rest.