P.S. If we can choose Arandor, then I want... I want... a medal in the form of an electric guitar or a wolf, at least. Then a lot of beer. Then a car (a real one) that honks loudly, and also a hang glider and a cool helicopter, and a lot of money. That's it.
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up
There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis