Warden's Call
It is time to die.
Fate has been proclaimed, and I answer the call of oblivion. I am ready to face death, and thus my pace is hastened. So I may reach the end of the song that torments my ears.
At last, my lot appears. Creatures of my own blood, yet my blood was taken from theirs. Once, my blood was different. I give blissful look to counter their scowls – best it is, I think, to die with smile upon my face.
I shall not be buried, and for me, few shall mourn. The bodies of my foes shall mourn, their bone and sinew my coffin. Such is how I have lived. And such is the nature of my brothers.
And now…it is time to die.