A promise he made, to uphold
For a love transcending
The cost is for those who are bold
Colossi descending
Dormin's aid came, so did the blade
Sixteen would fall, their souls would fade
Dormin's aid came
Dormin's aid came
To save her life, thus had he prayed
"These colossi, who take all forms
Earth, Water, Wind, Fire
They traverse, to wither the storms
Their killing will save her
For each kill done, at the shrine I
Awaken - I heave to breath. Why?
For each kill done
For each kill done
I give my life? Does my soul cry?"
The sixteen died, by his own hands
some fought, others did not
The wanderer died, in those lands
Forlorn, alone, to rot
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