hero of the dawn healer of worlds

when the war of the beast bring´s about the worlds end the goddess disend form the sky wing of ligth and dark spead afar she gides us to bliss her gift everlasting

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess we seek it thus and take to the ski's ripel form on the water's surface the wondering soul know's no rest

legend shall speak of sacrifice at world´s end the wind sail´s over the water surface quitely but surely

my soul corrupted by vengence to find thee end of thee journey in my own salvation in your eternal slumber

For even if the morrow is barron of promises nothing shall for stall my return
To become to dwe that quenches the land to spare the sand's the seas the sky's
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

And if this world seek my distrotion
It will go with me

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