• When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end,
    The goddess descends from the sky

    Wings of light and dark spread afar,
    She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting...



    Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
    We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
    Ripples form on the water's surface
    The wandering soul knows no rest.



    My Friend, your desire
    Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.

    Legend shall speak of sacrifice at worlds end.
    The wind sails over the water's surface
    Quietly, but surely...



    As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction
    The prisoner departs with his newfound love
    And embarks on a new journey.

    He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss
    And the oath that he swore to his friends.

    Though no oath is shared between the lovers,
    In thier hearts they know they will meet again.



    There is no hate, only joy
    For you are beloved by the goddess.
    Hero of the Dawn, Healer of Worlds.

    Three friends go into battle
    One is captured,
    One flies away,
    the one that is left becomes a hero.
    If we were to enact it,
    would I be the one to play the hero,
    Or would You?
    Indeed
    After all, your glory should have been mine.

    My Friend, the fates are cruel
    There are no dreams, no honour remains.
    The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.

    My Soul corrupted by vengeance,
    Hath endures torment,
    To find the end of the journey in my own salvation.
    And Your eternal slumber.

    Now what i want most...
    is the 'Gift of the Goddess'...

    Act V:

    Dreams of the morrow hath shattered soul
    Pride is Lost.

    Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
    Such is... the fate of a monster.

    Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
    nothing shall forestall my return.
    If this world seeks my destruction...
    ... It goes with Me



    Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
    Nothing shall fortell my return

    To become the dew that quenches the land,
    To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
    I offer thee this silent sacrifice