4. Lament
Swift are thine arrows, true is thy aim!
Ah my friend, Beleg the Strongbow!
But truer than thy bow is thy friendship;
Greater than thy strength is thy word!
Thou hast granted me more than
I ever could hope to deserve, and thou
Hast been repaid by mine cruel curse!
Alas my bloodline. Alas thy loyalty!
It should not have been as it was.
Long after my mortal death should thee
Have haunted these fair woods.
Long should thine aim have laid to rest
The forces of the Darkest One!
But by my hand is hard Fate aided.
Rest thee now in lands beyond these shores.
Rest and be comforted; Beleg, my friend; the Strongbow.
Ah my friend, Beleg the Strongbow!
But truer than thy bow is thy friendship;
Greater than thy strength is thy word!
Thou hast granted me more than
I ever could hope to deserve, and thou
Hast been repaid by mine cruel curse!
Alas my bloodline. Alas thy loyalty!
It should not have been as it was.
Long after my mortal death should thee
Have haunted these fair woods.
Long should thine aim have laid to rest
The forces of the Darkest One!
But by my hand is hard Fate aided.
Rest thee now in lands beyond these shores.
Rest and be comforted; Beleg, my friend; the Strongbow.
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