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ACT IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honour remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My Soul,corrupted for vengance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Leyend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface quietly, but surely
ACT V
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Loveless
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