![]() ![]() You are cold, my girl, cold like your chastity, which never gave in to the heat of desire. Where could Othello run to? Do you see how you look now? Oh, you woman with an unlucky fate, as pale as your white nightgown! When we meet on Judgment Day, this look of yours will throw my soul out of heaven and into hell, where devils will snatch it. You could strike at me with nothing more than a reed, and I'd draw back. Are you backing off, frightened? You have nothing to fear. This is the end of my journey, the end of the rope, and my final destination. Don't worry, even though I am carrying a weapon. But what a pointless boast that is! Who can control his fate? I can't now. I remember times when, with this little arm and good sword of mine, I made my way through obstacles more than twenty times as tough as you. A better sword has never graced a soldier's scabbard. Do not forget to upgrade your warrior in order to win each fight. Just use all the tips and try to train him really good. Updated: MaThis is the best battle you have ever played, cause here you are going to control and train the real soul. This sorrow is like that of God, who must strike down the creatures he loves. Swords & Souls Game Info Swords & Souls September 22, 2015. I can't help but weep, but that is not a sign of pity. There was never anything so sweet and yet so deadly as you. If you look like this when you are dead, I will kill you and love you after. Is not My word like fire, declares the LORD, and like a hammer that. Oh, your gentle breath almost persuades Justice herself to put away her sword! One more, one more kiss. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and. When I have plucked the rose of your life, I can't re-plant it again-it must wither. But as for you-you most artfully, excellently fashioned woman-once I put out your light, I don't know of any magical fire that can bring your life back. If I extinguish you, flame, I can light you again if I have second thoughts. Extinguish the light, and then extinguish her light. Still, she must die or else she'll betray more men. But I won't shed her blood, or scar that skin of hers that is whiter than snow and as smooth as alabaster. ![]() I won't say the reason to the chaste stars in the sky, but it is the reason. That's the reason for this, that's the reason, my soul. This sorrow’s heavenly, It strikes where it doth love. (kissing her) One more, and that’s the last. Be thus when thou art dead and I will kill thee And love thee after. Oh, balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword! One more, one more. When I have plucked thy rose I cannot give it vital growth again, It must needs wither. But once put out thy light, Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me. Put out the light, and then put out the light. Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men. Yet I’ll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars, It is the cause. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.
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