Be it not our burden thus,
and let's our path retrace.
'Tis a gift not often given,
nor should it be taken lightly.
To weild this blade is a rare honor,
the task with it granted passage -
though safe it may not be;
a journey foretold you cannot imagine.
Through forests of plenty,
and plains that never end,
a secret lies before you,
which you may not comprehend.
Away with you, for time is short,
this secret you must relay.
Pray, tell me all which you may hear,
our future hangs in the balance;
it is why you mustn't delay.