We should die for the things we believe in -
Prayer to the darkness, you that I have hidden my heart to. A whisper from a time forgotten "From the might of the Dragon Queen, protect us, O E'li!"
But live our lives in the dark, self-deceiving -
Dark Son of the Queen and the Fury of Sargonnas, I beseech you. Sweet voices from the Garden of Astarin "From her claws and rage, from her fury, defend us!"
In the fall, all the world that we knew is a lie -
My path is that of magic and secrets Angelic choir lifted voices in prayer : "From the sway of the Dragon Queen, protect us, O E'li!"
Shine a light till the dark sky is burning -
Nuitari, I give myself to you, to use as you will Words that every Light elf knew "From her fire and sword, from her tenor, defend us!"
Dragons are growling and fate is turning -
I will take the power for its own sake, unbound and unbridled. Respect I deserve And this is how an elf knew his place. "As lives the land, so live the elves."
But our hearts and the words that we say are ice -
In the shadows I have found comfort The day E'li Paladine should of came, when they chanted " We are their firstborn, their best beloved! Save us!"
Blood burned like fire. Days had gone by in the darkness, having finished Testing. He survived but with less of his wits. Less of himself.
Turmoil from inside roiled like a brewing storm beneath the skies. Gripping, shaken, ready to strike. Then he was taken once again by
-Their- Order. What better way to keep a servant under control then to assure he had no freedom in his choices.