• The grasslands are endless,
    And summer sings on,
    Out of the village, out of the thatched and clutching shires,
    Out of the grave and furrow, furrow and grave,
    Where his sword first tried,
    The last dances of child hood became the dance of death,
    It was then he lost himself, consumed with the fight,
    But not did he fright, Krioon stood through the blight,
    Krioon never know why,
    So many had died,
    By his hand either beside him or against him,
    Either way he lost,
    His Friends,
    His family,
    Gone into the darkness, consumed by it,
    He never knew why he hadn’t cried,
    His tale lasted long,
    His secret came undone,
    Krioon was a monster something to be shunned,
    And in his darkest hour of need he was granted a miracle,
    For he was given a gem,


    A gem that none could take,
    One of beauty, one of marvel,
    Both the same gem,
    The gem once he held it,
    He knew he’d never let go,
    The gem was His rock in the midst of a waterfall, it held fast,
    That gem is a person,
    Of beauty and marvel,
    Shining bright through the darkness,
    That gem, its name he did whisper,
    Into the night drove darkness back,
    Away from His blight,
    He whispered the name with love and passion,
    He whispered,
    Akita.