He's cursed, cast aside by all he dares to love.

His weary eyes, they turn to above.

He travels far away from home.

It can't be quelled, this urge to roam.

He fights, he kills, his sword drinks blood.

His sorrows whelm him like a flood.

The mirror shows him what he fears.

His face is full of diamond tears.

His brother dead, his only friend,

his lonely path alone he must wend.

The sky's full of clouds, black and gray.

On this battlefield he cannot stay.

There's an arrow in his side.

He's failed again, but at least he tried.

The flames are scorching, they burn his skin.

Beside him his is only kin.

"Father, I'm sorry," he tries to say.

But his father has gone to the death-way.

He tried, he always did his best.

But now he sees, it was a useless quest.

He was chasing honor he'd never gain.

All his struggles were in vain.