• I walk alone, The sunset 'nigh
    hindred by these Tempered cries
    They do not live they do not die.
    they must sleep again once Sunset 'nigh.

    They creep back, as dawn breaks sky.
    Hiding in Pitiful shrines.
    I have no fear, nor do i shy.
    For i Break through this dawns cursed sky.

    I find them quickly. I lay them low.
    I pray to end them very slow.
    I hunt them down Low and high.
    Until again the sunsets 'nigh.

    Bring to them to there curs-ed knees
    Hoping to end this disease.
    As swift is as swift dies.
    I.. I bring about these tempered cries.

    I am not one, with this acursed race.
    for one nearly took my face.
    a fight of long, hours dry.
    so now i fight and fight until they die.