When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess descends from the sky Her dark wings spread apart She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting Infinite in misery is the gift of the Goddess We seek it thus, and take it to the sky Ripples form the waters surface The wandering soul knows no rest There is no joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, destroyer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away My friend, do you fly away now? To 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 death and a gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall me My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My friend, your desire Is the bringer of death, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas and the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice Nothing shall forestall my return I am my own salvation Your eternal slumber