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.
Riffles form on the water's surface,
The wandering soul knows no rest.

There is no hate, only joy,
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost... Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.

My friend, do you fly away now ?
To a world that abhors, you and I ?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow,
No matter where the winds may blow.

My friend, the fates are cruels.
There are no dreams, no honour remain.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance,
Hath endured torment to find the end of the journey...

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.
To become the dew that quenches the lands,
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies.
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.