TRACK 6 :: INTERLUDE: FAYTE'S ARIA
I have yielded this sword for time now countless,
and the cost was great: our mother's denounced us.
Am I to stand statuesque, as a final chaos erupts around us?
You ask, "what good are the sharps cuts of this blade,
when all that's left are surely holes meant for graves?"
Scorched earths don't tell a tale of gracious hosts or pedigree,
but must what's left be sentenced to an equal destiny?
In death is a loss of name,
A sorrow's release after life's great sufering.
Herald of the grave from afar,
Not the archangel, but the saviour-nevermore…nevermore.
Gladius ea ferro nos servabit
Arbor vitae dabit lumen
Si venerit ad locum meum
Vos scitis quod factum est et venerunt ad faciem!
Salvator in perpetuum