VirdisDrachen

Dying always felt inconvenient to Frederic. Death was generally a painful experience.It was impossible for him to age, that meant he had to die in more unpleasant and sometimes even awkward ways. Four times decapitated. Three times hung. Two times he had been beaten to death by an angry crowd. Once stabbed in his sleep. That has to be a new record. Not to mention my new friend, the bear. So I am now counting eleven. Not too bad for one year. He thought by himself. As a man who detested violence, he aways tried to avoid it. It had also been his main reason to join the order and become a monk. And yet he had died so many times within his one

We gathered here for this last fight They may got the numbers on their side But none of us will back down For we are friends! Our weapons are too rusty to smite So we will tear them apart barehanded tonight! I still trust you like nobody else For we are friends! We hammer their faces with all our might Crush their bones till the first glance of daylight We die into a red rising sun For we are friends!