When the war of the beasts bring 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 it to the sky, Ripples 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, your desire, Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.

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

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.

Dont give up whatever happens