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The darkness draining, leaving me empty.

Tears dancing on the eyelashes.

What has become of me?

What has become of the warrior?

I seek for battle and find naught.

I seek for slaying and find only graves.

What has become of the Spirit?

What has become of the Slayer?

I stand on a hill, looking over the growth

All the miles of trials, errors and victories

What is to become of me?

What is to become of the Warrior Spirit?