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...
