This is the start of surrender:
That you trust those who later betray,
That you let your dreams fall
For the powers you call
And you no longer kneel down to pray.
This is the start of surrender.

This is the call of surrender:
That the mage's spell called goes miscast,
That the swordsinger kneels
That the empath o'erheals
That your heart says that no joy can last.
This is the call of surrender.

This is the touch of surrender:
That you leave friends to walk all alone,
That you let no one in
To discover how thin
Your defense 'gainst Lord Luukos has grown.
This is the touch of surrender.

This is the gift of surrender:
That you lose everything you hold dear,
That you barter away
Things which no price could pay
As if you couldn't bear have them near.
This is the gift of surrender.

This is the way of surrender:
That you stray from the lands that you know,
That you cast down your eyes
From familiar skies
And wander wherever winds blow.
This is the way of surrender.

This is the kiss of surrender:
That you no longer know your own heart,
That you lose all you hold
And your dear friends of old
And soon soul and body shall part.
This is the kiss of surrender.

This is the end of surrender:
That you pay bright Lorminstra no heed,
That you let foes bring death
That will still your last breath
Fore'er, for lack of a deed.
This is the end of surrender.