Our Final Hope

Relinquish all that you dare hold most dear.
Relinquish all which you think you’ve been through.
Relinquish all what you feign to think as truth.
And we will make a champion of you.
The guildsman tower is torn and burning fast.
The people’s melancholy rage is here.
The hope extinguished with your last gasp.
We need to find a champion in you.
Where pain is nulled by grief will be your camp.
Where angels dice will stain you royal blue.
Where desert tempests break your mind apart.
They will make a champion of you.
When you accept this as your choice, not fate.
Exponential power can be your wealth.
You will lose your dark bitterness and hate.
When, champion, you last commit yourself.