Llandros/Landrose: Number Eight

My lips are sealed

As the portal I stand before

And I have all the time in the world

To think, to wonder.

The silence keeps me

Company in these dark times,

As I was so old before but now

Everyone I know has come and gone.

No one can pass my gaze unharmed,

And now one can pierce my armor

As it was woven with golden

Threads and destinies lost.

The more death,

The more my armor grows

Though this curse is very recent.

To guard, to fight:

Those are my drives,

As the whistle of my blade

Keeps me sane in this

Rebirth, this newest life

I never asked for.

I was once at peace,

But now I can not be again

For an eternity more.

And I wonder why the Lifebringer accepted me?

Ziegwelder: Number One

Unbreakable, my shoulders carry on
And the battlefield plays out
Exactly as I'd hoped
Playing my strengths
Against your weaknesses

My sword always larger
And always swifter
Than the biggest blade of them all

I wonder if my liege, my sole friend
Carries on my wisdom still;
And when I've faded once and for all
Will I still be the strongest?

His gold still plays my fingertips
As our brotherhood lives on inside my head
But the purpose I long for eludes me;

Why am I still here?
I ask The Fates but they won't tell.
The amnesia made me wander for days,
And here I am now, before the lost others,
Wondering why we were born so soon?