Here I go with my spoils, bound for the tower,
Where the wind whistles and wings glow like fire.
The waning moon guides me down the dark path,
And with every step I take, I feel the weight of my pain.
My wounds bleed deep, but I press on,
With faith that up there I will find my redemption.
The road is hard, but I know I deserve glory,
For here I go with my spoils, bound for the eternal tower.
The spirits of the air surround me with their cold gaze,
And in their eyes I see reflected the fate that awaits me.
I will not stop at obstacles, nor yield to fatigue,
For on the top of the tower is my crown of glory.
You are my companion on this journey, my beloved dawn,
Together we climb to victory, never ceasing our march.
In this eternal struggle, there is no time to forget me,
For here I go with my spoils, bound for the tower of my hope.
