There's so little left for me,
In this barren and forsaken land,
So little hope and so much dread,
And not even a shadow of a helping hand.

All around me I see sorrow,
In the soil beneath my feet and the eyes of dead life,
there is so much pain and no sign of tomorrow,
Not even the remnants of a forgotten life.

Such bearings of doom and grief,
Fall upon my weakened shoulders,
so heavy is this burden i bear,
as I trudge on towards the beast's lair.

I know now my life is forsaken,
Yet, I harbour neither grief nor regret,
In this land so desolate and barren,
i have nothing else to fight for.