I still remember, it was the last night
Of the last, the coldest July,
Fleeing the brutal justice
Taking the torment off my self
I lay in your arms; at last the final embrace
I died but I’m still alive; just that my sword will rise no more
Shall I ever be like you? The brave keeper of truth
Whose name will be written,
At the far ends – in the beauty of Aurora Borealis
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