• My friend, the fates are cruel
    There are no dreams, no honor remains
    The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
    My soul, corrupted by vengeance
    Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
    In my own salvation
    And your eternal slumber
    Legend shall speak
    Of sacrifice at world’s end
    The wind sails over the water’s surface
    Quietly, but surely


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