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From the first draw of breath he knew

Knew the agony of men which accrue

Lamenting voices guiding his path

Path foretold, coming to an end in combat

In the break of the crucial day

Day of combat, moment to slay

Creeping shadows surround the unyielding one

One who was born to fight under the sun

A weary breath sighs laments of anguish

Combat-torn but yet to be vanquished

A broken sword sings the dirge of anguish

Born of ash and blood, born to vanquish

Born of ash and blood, the son of anguish

Born of ash and blood, born to vanquish

Citadel weeps blood for manqued men

Men fallen by steel as foreseen in the omen

One still stand in the ruins of a stronghold

Stronghold that he leaves to become a vagabond

A weary breath sighs laments of anguish

Combat-torn but yet to be vanquished

A broken sword sings the dirge of anguish

Born of ash and blood, born to vanquish

Born of ash and blood, the son of anguish

Born of ash and blood, born to vanquish