Mordraud: the Movie !! HELP LILITHBLACK!!!!!

A world before this war does not exist. Nothing will exist after it.
We will fight, and we will die... forever.
Cambria has unleashed an endless war against us.
(Mordraud)

I swear by the Gods I won't die. Not now, not ever.
I can't do it.
And if an enemy were to wound me, well...  
I'll forget I have to die. 
The Rampart is a good place to die.
The first thing you learn on the Rampart is the smell of blood.
A stench trampled and mixed with earth and steel.  
Half a century of death heaped on a wall of mud.    
It's where Cambria’ Lances  hit hardest, 
where the Long Winter rages in all its fury.
The only barrier against the spreading Empire. 
And it's crumbling.
Few against many, as always. 
Memories..... 
The smell of blood's still here, but it's hidden. 
And in its place: the aroma of bread and soup,  
the fragrance of her molten copper hair...
and others that can't be described, except from memory. 
Fleeting moments.
A child's eyes...
His mother's hand. 
Every family closes within itself the dramas of the world.  
Reliving them is an unbearable punishment.  
The day of desertion.
Years... or merely moments... have passed.
That day... never ended. 
A new home. Nothing but war.
Only fellow fighters remain, to cling on to. 
Together... in the storm.
Steel devours human flesh.
There are no more ideals, just endless slaughter.
There's no weariness, no fear.
You can but die.   
No space for anything else in this butchery... 
except for her...   
Time and places overlap. 
Different places merge into a single vital moment.
She's there, a step away... so close...
Her marriage in tatters...
awaiting merely a treacherous kick to its foundations,
to collapse. 
He can't know that... nobody can...
The time comes when everything can be changed...
But at what price...
Betray a friend... to take her...
Love her... to no longer have to hate.
Betray, and advance... killing... loving... 
so as not to be swallowed up.   
The day of no escape comes for all.
When hatred has won, it's too late
to realise. 
Love cannot exist, happiness cannot be found.
You can only mourn for everything that haste
overturned and crushed. 
Everything that was lost... among the flames of folly. 
Guilt takes your breath away.
To be free of it, you can do little other
than go on hating.
This is all that's left, in the end.
Hating who caused
all this.
Distant sounds. 
The echo of the harmonies is strong and terrifying.
How can I fight a bodiless weapon?   
How can you stem a Resonance?
Music that kills.
Nothing more sinister.   
Memories become faint, murky... Nothing is as it was.
Smells... the feel of her coppery hair between my fingers.
My dying mother...
It's all so hazy... 
Only the essence of the moment remains.
Desertion. 
Who knows what's still true...
I see memories that aren't mine...
At least I don't think they are.
I no longer know what's already happened...
and what is still to happen. 
Reality and memory collapse around me.
My life's profound meaning is suddenly revealed.
Everything I've done... the friends I deserted,
the love I stole from those who raised me.
I betrayed everyone and everything...
so that I could go on hating.
There never was anything else. 
I shaped my resentment day by day, creating ever new forms.  
I never did know how you felt,
when you went away. I wasn't interested.
I diluted your shadows, with even greater darkness.  
I never tried to forgive you. 
It doesn't matter. 
I've never felt so happy.
I've finally found you...
my brother.