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Soldier of fortune

Decider of fate

He carries the life-givers weight

The mountain before him

Bestowed him his name

The Kingmaker will rise again

The sword and the story

The talismans eye

His destiny catches the light

He is born of the ghosts of the land

From the dead and the falling sand

The priest and the pagan

Contend for his soul

The passage to young from the old

The weight of the burden

Of human disdain

The virtuous suffer in vein

He is born of the ghosts of the land

From the dead and the falling sand

Like a blaze, astral fire

In the wake of desire

In the realm of the gods and men

He is made of the stones and the trees

He is forged by the will of kings

Understand he is born of the ghosts of the land

From the dead and the falling sand

Like a blaze, astral fire

In the wake of desire

In the realm of the gods and men

He is made of the stones and the trees

He is forged by the will of kings

He is born of the ghosts of the land

From the dead and the falling sand

Like a blaze, astral fire

In the wake of desire

In the realm of the gods and men

In the realm of the gods

In the realm of the God and man