The Grey Paladin lay broken;
His blade at his feet, his enemies a maelstrom around him;
With the island crumbling and the sea longing for this flesh
He despaired and waited for the one who would harvest his soul.

The Grey Paladin raised his sword arm;
His dreams scattered, his life a failure;
Looking to the heavens he prayed with hope beyond hope
He saw, through blood drenched eyes, a humble break in the clouds.

The Grey Paladin stood in the light;
His notched sword raised above his head in defiance;
Bathed in brilliance with a heart that cried out
He knew the truth just as the sea assailed him.

Hope is the champion, faith the savior.