3.

And as I carve those words in my skin
your forgiveness is kind, lord
upon our return
my last step is not made
poison claims us
you know the cost
and the prophets foretold
to remember
this dagger still carves the words
Till when?...

This light…
my shell is broken
my will, unbreakable!
now! ARISE!
through these cursed hills, I run!
what are those spread wings to achieve?
ARISE!
Abominations crawling
dismembered limbs
dead, my home now is
Rotten, from your pulsating hands
I remember
I awake
too late!
too late to wear this helm and forgive