Nilan Sword Heart

The ominous world quenches the cold front, The dark thorn wasteland is lonely and poor. The intuition of life and death peeks into the sky, A sword goes against the abyss and asks about ancient evil. Bound by love, the wrong way leads to destruction, The layers of treachery lock the underworld. There is no return on the road to eternal life, Only the remaining sword sings and weeps over the remaining stars.