That the pledge I here laid would be called upon I doubt not,
Although now my mortally cursed heat beats faster for fear
Drives my fingers reaching into those cold flames, wreathing
My arm about as I am drawn forward to a new arena here
In this grand and elderly land where demons came to be lost.
Endlessly have I wandered but this land is not large enough
To be endless, despite ever circling the world, each stretch
Filled with death after death, hunger for thirst quenching sips
Of elixir high and strong when wanes the spirit, and we look
To them, those lords and ladies who wrested undue merits.
With this single step I may be lost forever, a soul consigned
To an insouciant abyss; whether we were brave or true,
Wicked or winsome, no trait would matter any longer
For a loss incurred in this stream of bodies here drawn
By a voice so sweet calling, calling us to end this world nigh.