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 waters surface, the wondering 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 honour remains, the arrow has left the bow of the goddess, my soul corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment to find the end of journey, in my own salvation and your eternal slumber, legend shall speak of the sacrifice at world's end, the wind sails over the waters surface, quietly but surely
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...
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