On battlefields of old

Where many heroes bold

Clash with villains of strength

In dreams of conquering,

The road to peace goes length…

Some there are wandering,

What point lies behind this?

For to give the name Rift

To this land, this abyss,

Is to not wish a swift

End to this bloody war.

Even before death’s door

There is no surrender

‘Til one lies asunder.

But perhaps on these three

Paths now so long forlorn

Where hope glows, hearts go free,

Anew can love be born.


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