Rest thy souls,
O Kindred souls,
Wisps of mist wrap around,
The age of war,
So weary it seems,
The time to end it all,
Two fights with two,
Where bloodlines draw blood,
Kins slaughter own kins,
And loyalty seems to waver,
The thirst for revenge seem plenty,
But wavered as a light stood forth,
A girl, a goddess, a saviour,
Angered by the barbaric ways,
She raised her arms and called upon,
Crashes of thunder, so loud and true,
Thus killed the rage,
They cower in fear,
Bloodlust slain,
Thus ends it all,
Forevermore