The island curse held strong
One chance to right the wrong
The evil trapped along
Stayed right where he belonged
Seven years prolonged
Rage grew far too long
The island kept us in
Gave me a chance to win
A soul cleansed of sin
While dead a purge within
Unseen as we begin
The prophet starts to grin
His purpose here revealed
He'd been a holy shield
From the Elysian Fields
He'd kept the demon sealed
Once my spirit healed he
Called forth the sword I wield
Ascension
Farewell to Doria
Aremus had died
Curse was gone
And as I cried
Doria vanished
Back to America
Settled in a brand new place
Dreaming of that woman's face
Then
A knocking upon my door