The time has come to do the bidding
Life and death, the same as sunrise and sunset
Sword clashes against sword in an unrivaling battle
Chilling to the bone, cold wind and rain howl
Skin as created as a second, clothing the first
Shed it fast to become one with your foe
Too quick it lasts, wanting to be gone with one another
Separation, lay shaking they do
Rain pours down and months pass
A new life's waking in the midst of the end of another
The same battle rages between two sould as it did once before
Pitting the two incarnated against each other
Carrying gathering bundles of woe
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