Климбатика - Мио
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In the black haze of sleep,
Amidst the rusty magics of night,
Surrounded by mindless monsters,
There stands a single boy.
He barely sleeps at all;
He is like a warrior of the twilight.
He defies every fear,
Steadfast and unyielding.
And in these jagged realms,
Clutching his sword tight,
He strikes down the Sleepwalkers—
Firmly severing heads from shoulders.
His target is Klim Bakh,
Who grants him no peace;
In these fleeting dreams,
He is a heroic killer.
Amidst shattered dreams,
Amidst a wretched beauty,
Amidst all manner of twisted creations,
He survives—a stranger among strangers.
When wounded and enraged,
When wretched and limping,
When forgotten and hollow—
He is a broken hero.

And such is his life—
Devoid of love or destiny:
To kill, day and night,
The delusions of mankind;
To kill someone's fear,
To kill someone's mind.
And who is to say—
Which of them is the greater monster?
It remains utterly unclear.
If eternal life
Goes unnoticed by all—
And you are a child of war—
Then perhaps, by now,
You can no longer hide within dreams;
You are no longer a hero—
You have become someone's fear!
Amidst shattered dreams,
Amidst a wretched beauty,
Amidst all manner of twisted creations,
He survives—a stranger among strangers.
When wounded and enraged,
When wretched and limping,
When forgotten and hollow—
He is a broken hero.

Amidst shattered dreams,
Amidst a wretched beauty,
Amidst all manner of twisted creations,
He survives—a stranger among strangers.
When wounded and enraged,
When wretched and limping,
When forgotten and hollow—
He is a broken hero.