• Prologue
    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

    Act 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.

    Act I (inteperted)
    The infinite mystery
    The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek
    But their fates are scattered by war

    One is taken captured, one flies away
    And the last becomes a hero

    But the three are still bound by a solemn oath
    To seek the answer together, once again

    Act 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

    Act II (interperted)
    Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded
    His life is saved, however
    By a woman of the opposing nation

    He begins a life of seclusion with her
    Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss

    But as happiness grows, so does guilt
    Of not fulfilling the oath to his friends

    Act 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

    Act III (interperted)
    As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction
    The prisoner departs with his newfound love
    And embarks on a new journey

    He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss
    And the oath that he swore to his friends

    Though no oath is shared between the lovers
    In their hearts they know they will meet again

    Act 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

    Act 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