Bandit

Although this world betrays me,  

I sit silent- I sit guard, 

Although this mountain hates me, 

I stay quietly unbarred, 

Although my efforts go unseen, 

I won't wallow in despair, 

Although this world despises me, 

I don't drench in unrepair, 

This world has deeply wounded me, 

Yet Idil I sit by, 

I call for all the enemies', 

That barrow and run by, 

Although this world may steal from me; 

The many which I held, 

It has become renounced of me, 

To beckon and unfold.