Oh ...Such a little shape morning amongst the noisy crowd. How could you

guess huge danger that you represent ?

For when the swordfighter appeared, peace was broken. Oh...burden of your

sufferings creating with your spirit a mortal weapon.

Massacring population, devastating the regions of your lonely wanderings.

Here he is the one who ruled in your murdered soul. But I 'm the one who

watched you, who followed you to study and save you, you and the people that

you hurt.

I 've looked for the cause of this madness in huge countries and I guessed

it with my intuition.

Oh...How great is her beauty ! So I 've seen the ghostly presence of your

mother, dead for two winters lost and abandonned by the world.

Oh...Young boy far away from this woman, suffering from loneliness and

anxiety. There in your spirit was the reason for this evil the devastating

deads killing and burning. That 's why she followed me to see you again and

to cure you. How I remember the reunion , making your heart jump towards

life, from this sweet cause the deads were unbound so violently massacring

without mercy, exterminating until the last their bones and their rotten

flesh stained the soil, fallng one by one, choking the air with their foul

rapour darkening the sky.

Exhausted you fell down happy, allowin gyour mother to leave for a journey

without return to the worlds which aren 't ours yet.