The Legend of Scylla

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One day, I met a strange being in the peaks

He told me about a sun that could warm me up

I have never seen but I imagine his contributions

I live in this place they called the island of death

I am the last of my kind, I lost the respect of the Gods

I am condemned to perpetuate 'to wander in dark skies

Possessed by the spirit of war and the specters of fire

Love or hate, I have a tendency to reverse both

(Tss'k) Here the cold pierces you and the bones burn

The temperature approaches the stage of absolute zero

I hear whispering demons every time I close my eyes

They crowd around me and form legions

But I learned to fight them and I know how to undo them

Only one of my looks can dismiss them if necessary

Here I draw energy when I touch the bottom

I open my mouth wide, and swallow cash when the lightning falls!

This is my war, I stand among the dead

Proud, I'm an Elf who was raised among the ogres

The last of my kind that I will represent with dignity

I'm sleeping in these lands whose stones have even made time flee

I snatched the wings of an angel to graft them

Since then I write with my own feathers and my own blood

Remember that I shone among the dead

The legend of the last Elf who was raised among the ogres

Scylla.

PS: sorry english is not good thank you google translate