It's been two years ever since
The pact was signed in blood
By the giant and our sovereign
Near the almond-tree in bloom

The agreement pleased both wills
As the burden of the colossus
Is to unleash the relentless wrath
Upon foes on our sacred hills

Our burden is to hold his treasure
A winged horse of the Arctic
The most savage of all hordes
Chained among us, bestowing blessed chords

A trapped beauty shining paleness
With wings of majestic silver
Like a handmade creature of Akna
Shaped with the remains of a polar chimera

The razorbacked giant left
And with him, future bloodsheds
As he is the guardian of our souls
Our double faced God

And at each heavy step
His silhouette kept fading in the horizon
Carrying the weight of a millenium
That was spent restlessly awake

Paintings were made of his departure
Together with the climax for better days
Imortalizing the end of torture
And its source as well as the very war

The passage of seasons brought no adversity
Only jubilation of pacific nights
By the brilliance of a silvery light
That the giant would soon attend in anxiety

The day came and so did he
Anually, like the pact stated
And by the horse he layed near
With static eyes, he felt invaded

Vulnerability ripped through his flesh
And dropped some tears while dreaming awake
Realizing he could never retain such beauty
Inside his body drenched in brutality

The giant slowly rised at dawn
Gave a final contemplation of the horse
And through the sacred hills he left again
With his soul charged of daydreams

Harmony returned to the kingdom
With banquets and raptures of lust
Dominating our purpose of living
Until the moment we met repentance

It was in a night of full moon
And the fog brought a little boy
Limping and with jaded eyes
Tireless in his quest for doom

His scorched and blood tainted clothes
Were visible scars to be shown
Of the massacre that wiped his clan
By the giant and the wicked pact

So he overpassed the city walls
And discretly unchained the winged horse
By his hands we would have the same fate
That took everything he once cherished

Helpless, we could only observe
A silvery trail that crossed the black sky
And mislead us far in sight
As the winged horse immersed into the cosmos

It's been two days ever since
And the giant approaches with the rising Sun
With him, our thoughtless sin
That will haunt our souls in afterlife

The cry of our mothers are in vain
His feverish fury will scorche us all
As his shadow swallows the kingdom
The earth trembles with his grandeur

So this book I shall bury
Near the almond-tree in bloom
So that Man can know the story
Of a pact that delivered doom

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