Light returns As his senses are regained Body burns With the wounds he had sustained He awoke on the ground of a tent by the battle's edge Bandaged and repaired, And across from him sat a wounded warrior Who smiled at him as he stared. Welcome back Darius May your mind free of pain For the battle is won And the King's army slain You awake in the camp of the Brotherhood's men I have much to explain my friend. I am the scourge the crown has fought I tried to take Kind Ghermund's life I am the blade, the edge, the knife And though they chained and shackled me By the might of my brothers I am free Now with my mission nearly through I give it to you... Although my face you do not know I've known you since five years ago Many sing your legends high, But none of them know it more than I Five years ago, the Unyielding One Held back an army of barbarians Though all his troops had fled from his side The Unyielding fought and emerged alive The King had cowered and ordered retreat But the Unyielding stood and repelled defeat When the enemies ran and returned to their homes That coward King claimed victory for his own But there are Those of us who know the lie We were there And we heard your battle cry I was among the peasants, unarmed and sick Who you saved from death that day And from henceforth we formed the Brotherhood And swore that King Ghermund would pay All the same, there remains One last puzzle piece left In our plans for the King And his glorious death. We need one of his own Who will see this land free, And complete the mission for me. I am the scourge the crown has fought I tried to take Kind Ghermund's life I am the blade, the edge, the knife And though they chained and shackled me By the might of my brothers I am free Now with my mission nearly through I give it to you... Darius understood what he must bring to pass For his journey had led him to purpose at last And the truth was revealed, and the hour was late As he gazed off the edge of fate Now Take my blade, take my hilt Take my life's work in hand And in death may it bring A new life to this land Though I die from this world, there is no need to cope In your hands shines a shard of hope I am the scourge the crown has fought I tried to take Kind Germond's life I am the blade, the edge, the knife And though they chained and shackled me By the might of my brothers I am free Now with my mission nearly through I give it to you...