Prologue (Poem) When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s endThe goddess descends from the skyWings of light and dark spread afarShe guides us to bliss, her gift everlastingAct I (Poem) Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddessWe seek it thus, and take it to the skyRipples form on the water’s surfaceThe wandering soul knows no rest.Act II (Poem)There is no hate, only joyFor you are beloved by the goddessHero of the dawn, Healer of worldsDreams of the morrow hath the shattered soulPride is lostWings stripped away, the end is nighAct III (Poem)My friend, do you fly away now?To a world that abhors you and I?All that awaits you is a somber morrowNo matter where the winds may blowMy friend, your desireIs the bringer of life, the gift of the goddessEven if the morrow is barren of promisesNothing shall forestall my returnAct IV (Poem)My friend, the fates are cruelThere are no dreams, no honor remainsThe arrow has left the bow of the goddessMy soul, corrupted by vengeanceHath endured torment, to find the end of the journeyIn my own salvationAnd your eternal slumberLegend shall speakOf sacrifice at world’s endThe wind sails over the water’s surfaceQuietly, but surelyAct V (Poem)Even if the morrow is barren of promisesNothing shall forestall my returnTo become the dew that quenches the landTo spare the sands, the seas, the skiesI offer thee this silent sacrifice
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