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Prologue (Poem)
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 (Poem)
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 (Interpreted)
The infinite mystery
The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek
But their fates are scattered by war


One becomes a hero, one wanders the land
And the last is taken prisoner


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


Act II (Poem)
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 (Interpreted)
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 (Poem)
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 (Interpreted)
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 (Poem)
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 (Poem)
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