Over the rolling plains, the desert beckons
Two demigods among us traverse the sands
One man, a wealth of knowledge,
of humble virtue
His leader filled with pride, reckless abandon
A parting of the ways ensures
the final fate of heroes
Premonitions of your final resting place
Now heed the words of a dying man
who offered you the chance to live
By mending your lust for blood
I'd rather die then live without ability
My body withered and suffering
To slake your pursuit of conquest
by misguided teaching
A solemn crowd begins to gather around
The flames consuming what was
And none could see as he burned into ash
The struggle or the pain, dying serene
We will meet again...
Alone again, he travels on
Ten thousand strong but one is gone
I see his face and I repent my ignorance
For all of those who dare to witness
a falling star, end of an age
Your words ring true yet now I hear them too late
I close my eyes one final time, we'll meet again
We'll meet again//

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