When a wanderer fall in love,
Nothing else seem matters anymore,
His life is bound to Celeste,
A gypsy turn lover.
Many nights had gone,
Plain field turns yellow,
The wanderer know what had to be done,
Stop his journey to the west forever more.
Me forget his purpose,
Yet destiny will not tolerate,
Death arrive in Celeste's village without Remorse,
He claims each soul with a hundred blades.
The wanderer came from the darkness,
Flames engulf his vision,
In his heart only Celeste,
Yet he was too late and only came to see oblivion.
He howls Celeste's name,
The darkest night turn into a bloody bath,
The wanderer was left with vengeance,
Just so he may seek retribution and fulfill his oath.
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