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.
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 their 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?
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’…
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