My path is beset on all sides.
The traitor, the impure, and the demon, source of all taint.
That which whispers evil into the minds of mortals, sews corruption into their hearts.
Where those of same blood turn on one another.
Those of pure hearts make war once again,
As I am thrust into the fray once more.
Death surrounds me, where weaker minds might break, souls forever lost.
And yet...I hear the holy hymns of the Light.
Though blood and sin stain my hands, the Light and righteousness weigh down on my shoulders.
Through selfless servitude does redemption come.
The path is lit, as I the bearer of the Light's torch, and shall bring its golden glow to those most dire once more.
Faith to the fatithless, hope to the hopeless, light to the darkness.
Though I may not survive to see the blessed sun rise once again, I die so that those who take such for granted may live.
I have made my peace, and I shall see my duty through.
Anar'alah belore selama ashal'anore. (By the Light of the sun, Justic