My friend, don't be afraid, of rust,
For it's a seal of the time's race.
Don't fear your heart that beating fast,
Coz you can't turn it's pulsing pace .
All's cinders here, all here is soot
What planes will have you as their guest,
There are no wall that holds the root
Or shadow dark to give you rest.
Your armor will be frail and weak,
And rust will eat your blade apart,
And stone, that once was mountain peak
Will as a seashore send discard
All things you've forged along the way
Won't stand the pain to yet go on
And darken tide will wash the bay
Of ocean of Oblivion.