When the world of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess decends from the Sky Wings of light and dark spreading afar She guides us to her bliss, her gift everlasting
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
My friend, only your own desire Is the bringer of live, " the Gift of the Goddess" Legends shall speak of secrifice at world's end The Wind sails over the Water's surface Quietly, but surely
As the war sends our world hurtling towards destriction The prisoner departs with his new found love And embargs of a new Journey He's 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 Because in their hearts they know they will meet again
There is no hate only Joy for you are beloved by the Goddess Hero of the Dawn, Healer of Worlds
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Three friends go into long lost Battle One of them is captured, Second flies away, The only one that is left becomes a Hero If we were to inact it would I be the One to play a Hero Or would you? Indeed After all, YOUR glory should have been MINE. ~•~ 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 vengance, hath endured torment To find the end of a Journey, in my own salvation and your eternal slumber Now what I want most... is the " Gift of the Goddess"
Dream of the morrow hath shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
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Such is ... the fate of a Monster Even if the morrow is barren of promises nothing shall forestall my return If this World seeks my destriction ....It goes with ME
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
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