There will be a time, When the land is lost in vines. When the earth goes to sky, And the end is nigh. Then listen to these words of mine. I will have a saviour, There will be no-one braver. He'll bear a sword, That'll be his reward, For all his heroic behaviour. I will have a host, Who's lifespan is not the most. I'll give up my life, To save you the strife, If the demon king ever draws close. She will be a feature, To attract a certain creature. The sword of the man, Who'll devour the land. Of morals, she'll be his teacher.