Insanity (or Lusk’s Song)

My dearest father, hear me,

I must go to battle promptly;

My virgin blade will slay them,

Whosoever brings us mayhem.

My dearest mother, hear it,

It will rattle heart and spirit;

For to make safe our nation,

We will know but depravation.

When weakness fills the land with blood,

Will I find foe, or those I loved?

If one asks I be their shield,

Will my strength hold, will I not yield?

If the suns rise anew,

Will my eyes for you renew?

Oh, let there be this faith,

That into your arms I deign.

From mountain top to valley,

There are only empty alleys.

In this long-forgotten place,

There are only ghostly faces.

From mountain top to valley,

There are only empty alleys.

In this long-forgotten place,

There are only ghostly faces.

With this arm,

I hold the emblem;

We will sing,

For you, requiem!