Silently and alone I tred

Among the souls of the sleeping dead.

Their vanished breath mingling

With the stories of the living.

My single steel companion sings

Of death and justice as it swings

Down upon my unfortunate foe.

I live to protect, and protect I will.

I fight for their story right until

The great Sin of humanity can atone

With the sacrifice of tears, blood, flesh, and bone.

And so the frail balance of peace

Awaits for the new Sin to unleash

And begin it's dreaded spiral once more.

Guardian I am no more, no one to protect,

And so I begin to find the pages and collect

The fragments of my own story.

With my own battles I will forge a glory

I can call my own, with my sword.

I am no more a knight, but my own lord.

And so this is my story...