Vendrick - Dark Souls 2 | Текст песни

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Seeker of fire, coveter of the throne.
I am Vendrick, ruler of Drangleic.
As flame rises, so does it fade. Such is the way of things.
Do you intend to link the fire?
Then you must first take the throne.
Prove your worth. Find the ancient crowns.
Seek adversity, and they will be yours.
And your wishes, granted.

Seeker of fire, deliverer of crowns.
What do you see in the flames ?
Find the crowns, and your own answers.
The crowns hold the strength of lords from times long past.
Seek adversity.
As befits you, seeker of fire, coveter of the throne.
I am no king. I am more fit to be a jester...
I was unaware of my own blindness.
We are feeble vessels, with feebler souls.
We would cast aside the prop of life, only to face greater hardship.
Are you another such fool, or something more?
I fail to see your design, young moth.
But I see very little, these days...

Seeker of fire, conqueror of Dark.
I, too, sought fire, once.
With fire, they say, a true king can harness the curse.
A lie. But I knew no better...
Seeker of fire, you know not the depths of Dark within you.
It grows deeper still, the more flame you covet.
Flame, oh, flame...
I am king of this wretched, unravelled kingdom.
I subdued the Giants, and claimed their strength.
So that I might step closer to fire...
Drangleic will fall, the fire will fade, and the souls of old will reemerge.
With Dark unshackled, a curse will be upon us...
And men will take their true shape...

Seeker of fire, I see you've subdued another foul creature.
One of the Father of the Abyss' spawn. That confounded quintessence of Humanity.
The abyss once had form, but then disappated. And yet traces of its existence endured.
Each fragment, thirsting for power, spread Dark with no relent.
My dear Shandra, was one such fragment.
The feeble, tiny thing that thirsted for power more than any other. Driven by unsatiable lust for a worthy vessel.
Fire came to be, and with it disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, light and dark.
Dark was seen as a curse. Shadow is not cast, but born of fire.
And the brighter the flame, the deeper the shadow.
Inherit fire, and harness the dark. Such is the calling of a true leader.

One day fire will fade, and dark will become a curse.
Men will be free from death, left to wander eternally.
Dark will again be ours, and in our true shape, we can bury the false legends of yore.
Only... is this our only choice?
Seeker of fire, coveter of the throne, seek strength. The rest will follow.