I don’t relent!
I don’t give in like other men!
Naive fool. Surrender to fate!
Then your children!
The ritual is nearly done. Soon I will go to the mountain! I will shake the tree and burn the world!
The fools think it is you, but I heard the song!
She mattered to you fool. You must be tempered in pain!
I am the herald of the end and you are my sacrifice. Your fate is woven, old wolf. The chains will be broken.
Much wisdom I know for I see further ahead…