Sent by our king To procure Dreamshade Using this substance for our kingdom To protect the essence of the land The boy speaks of poison The king could never be so tyrannical I shall prove him wrong By lacerating myself with its thorn The poison spreads rapidly A slow agonizing d**h proceeding With a sure end in sight
Only this land’s waters may restore me Back to life This king is no hero He is a deceitful man We shall expose him His people will finally see his true nature Upon departure of this island The land’s water could no longer save me Our exodus is my fatality My blindness Your adversity