• When born into a war of beasts that bring one's world end.
    A goddess descends from the sky, wings of light and dark spread afar. Her heart cast a shine to heal all sorrows and guide us to bliss, her gift everlasting.

    Is it a dream or a mirage formed from morrow hath the shattered soul, hope is lost Light stripped away the end is nigh.

    Even as all hope is lost Her light shines brightly Taming the beasts of war Sorrows slowly Vanishing. Souls emerge and reforming she awaken my soul from eternal slumber, the light is my Salvation.

    No longer my soul in slumber even nothing shall forestall my return from the barren isolation
    her light finally broke the chains that sealed the soul in the cage of infinite nightmares.

    Even if words behold infinite mysteries her light of comfort, warmth, love and guidance is the gift of the goddess, our love is not a gift for her but our happiness and trust shall Show our faithful encounter is 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 Truth shall be told once both soul and goddess faith cross their love everlasting and eternal.