There are worlds where the planes echo with loss
There are deserts where the white sands weep stars

Where the winds
Howl of
The Love of a Hero

The day when the soft flower is warped into the monsoon
In the dying land

Yes

It will break you

There are oceans where the spray screams your name
There are mountains where the foundations of sorrow are branded with you
Your name

The death ridden caress in the night
The Love of a Hero