Beyond the darkest mountains, I fought the torturing war.
Death was in the sky, victory was waiting. So many useless
swords... Storm stroke the battlefield, it was raining fire,
while Lucifer's legions of the undead came towards us.
Everyone knew we will die, but they didn't - they were
slaughtered. The mountains collapsed and the trees were
burning, as I ran away with a large wound within me. I ran
as fast as possible, only to meet you. I crossed the large
lakes; I have past the vast forests. And all this, to barely
breath, to hear my heart slowly pounding down, to see only
darkness, to feel you... to hold your hand, and ask for one
last kiss.

But I have died. Forever shall I wander the earth and watch
you cry over my blood.