Prolog

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.

Akt I

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.

Akt II

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.

Akt III

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.

Akt IV

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.

Akt V

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.