Se existe algo a ser lembrado, é isso:
... o Fogo acaba.
E não há nada mais puro e inevitável do que
um mundo de volta à escuridão.
O futuro é escuro, mas nem sempre foi assim.
De volta a quando existia uma chama...
O herói desce até o forno da Primeira Chama.
Seu Deus é só um casco, general das cinzas,
sem glória, sem poder, sem família.
E mesmo sem nada, ele sacrifica sua vida contra a Escuridão.
E seu corpo é pura Luz.
And so we were Three
And with us walked the Abyss
Light, Fire, Death, and...
So, we hid among the rocks.
War of End, spew at every spit.
Sacred sought missiles down. with might and awe
Dragon scale, ancient, hidden down the pit.
Artorias kept the mission
One knight, hand on sword and shield,
and no words.
His brother Sif, a wolf,
it was all he could protect.
Where Manus heldt, no Light shall yield.
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'You have to say 'Who's there?"
He never got to hear the end of it.
To whom it may concern, he was a postman, or rifleman.
Not really so different than
You or I in the field,
Enter the Albino Duke among pedestals
BIG NAME, BIG POSITION
Big Dragon made of Crystals.
I can't blame 'im, he's a charm.
We become Dark, and none shall pass
To the change of history that will bring,
Let's be honest, it ain't harvest.
It ain't haverst, it ain't haverst.
But it will come.
Of eons past, my dear
We grow old and
"What is it? Fear?"
It sounds the Orellee
And a beat or two, and the
Spider queen is...
We push forward, 'cross the chasm.
Quite bereft, Paul the Bard.
Will make it true, that as we fight
It does not matter, try as I might.
Three powerful Souls came from the dark.
The first of the Dead, named us so
And so we hold, as days grow cold.
The Second was claimed, by witches of Gwyn.
Forbiden magic, Izalith within.
As the Flame does fade,
And Myths shall win.
It's Dark, it's Dark, is all I hear
But a plea for help, from Artorias
Who walks the Abyss.
Unpus your hand, and here's your shield.
Artorias, you're kinda, sorta...
I'm learning all about
The world inside our eyes.
All vision, all thought.
All and all and everything.
Is just your smile in my reach.
The thought of touching it
And I am King.
Is all I need, thus believe
Nightmares, Pain, the End of Time...
There ain't nothing in this mother fucking world I won't punch and make cry
Just to have Your worst dreams tangle with mine.
We felt so lost,
So cut off.
Only, We're not.
Because, you see.
The one thing I've found that
makes the emptiness bearable.
is Each Other.
I still have so many questions.
Do We get to be together forever?
As many times as We want?
And 'tis only the First Step.
I want 'em to see it too
And cry, HOPE HOPE HOPE like I did, but
"Small moves", they said.
"Small moves, Spark", God said.
I love You, I said.
Now I find respite, and
Once upon a time, I'm young again and can
Always meet this beautiful girl
By the lake, and then
... perhaps, feel Whole again.