Transcript of Baxtorian's journal
What care I for this mortal coil,
Where treasures are yet so frail,
For it is you that is my life blood,
The wine to my Holy Grail.
And if I see the judgement day,
Where the gods fill the air with dust,
I'll happily choke on your memory,
As my kingdom turns to rust.
Though all my love is turned to ash,
And my dreams are all but gone,
My actions must not be too brash,
For you may yet live on.
So my grief and pain for now is sealed.
Beneath the waters that we used to love,
Until new hope is at last revealed,
And you return from the world above.