Intro. Sis collapsed valley; Gray, heavy and silent,
Soil has absorbed the blood of the past, no more
A bark that does not accept vital
He's back. Harven Tapina's Yikik
Between his belts, two figures were still.
The wind hit the wall walls, but
He couldn't touch the empty between them. There
It was a timeless nerve.
Kaela is like a grave in black armor
it was standing. His eyes were still, but inside
anger in the chest like a fired storm
He was turning. Their steps were determined; Each one is quiet
He goes down to the soil like a death edict, trail
he did not leave. Kilic in the Sirmin, yet
It didn't take it, but it was about time.
Lyara, like flame whose hair is burning in the wind
While being thrown, cold and fixed as a statue
seeing. Light bending of his knees
The flawless balance of the body, which comes with instinct
It was a warrior's calmness. Dagger
It was ready. But his eyes are not in front of him,
He was looking at a lot older. A decision, one
Your emotion based on the oldest than betrayal
with weight.
No word was said. There was no steel sakirt.