Symphony For Sohram

In the valley, the rain is fallingAnd the gem inlaid into my syckle shinesas the blade vibratesOn the way to my destinyI march listening the funeral melodyof the drops that echo on our armoursGuided by my nature, warriors fromthe high continent, former enemies,now fight by my side.The caln of Dirac, now consolidated,claims for its triumph.When the battle comes to an end,the rain starts falling...