And so we were Three

And with us walked the Abyss

Light, Fire, Death, and...

Dark.

So, we hid among the rocks.

War of End, spew at every spit.

Sacred sought missiles down. with might and awe

Dragon scale, ancient, hidden down the pit.

Artorias kept the mission

One knight, hand on sword and shield,

and no words.

His brother Sif, a wolf,

it was all he could protect.

Deep, deep....

Where Manus heldt, no Light shall yield.

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