Stood my ground
and as i test the gauntlet of my fears
and put my coat of arms of doubts
sheathing this veiled blind helm at the base of my crown
I armed myself against that eternal struggle
in which i must face alone
in the sea of my views
at the brine of each coastal shores
I take my strides to the maximum burst
then speed up to a Sleipnir pace
I see her
in twine with that old wyrm
Two wyrms intertwining
I see Tiamat at the last horizon.
I take heed and lower my gladius of despair.