Sing the song, for those I've wronged:
My hunt was long...
Singing in dark, my song.
For those I've wronged,
I walk along,
a darker path,
past darkest past...
In ancient grove I sit in thought,
for senseless battles,
In ignorance fought.
Their eyes to never,
see the light,
so mine own flesh,
endures the bite,
of orcish blade,
and my own shame,
to face my failures,
and end my pain...
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The Blessing in Dark Wood Old:
Deep in the wood,
I brought my blade,
to bless in shadow,
What I have made...
In Eol's name,
Bless my sword,
of black glass dark,
and blood run cold.
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