I was a warrior of the light...
And in the something i became?
Always faithful to the god orders, ignoring what demons blew in mine heard with sweet and tampting voices.

The sword, symbol of the faith, was where all the hope of a tired horseman of the battles was firm, not in fields in blood, but inside of an empty heart.

“the beastresides in the small details.”
What ate away the grate structure of the imperial colunms of the sanctity it is that in turns it stronger.

“then turn off the ligths an feel all the power that emanates of the quietness of the darkness.”

Perhaps the war has finished...
Perhaps my soul has found peace...

I fought for something in the past and i didn't find my salvation … i lost that war.

“then turn off the ligths an feel all the power that emanates of the quietness of the darkness.”

I fought for something in the past and i didn't find my salvation …
But now the war isalready won .