⠄⠄⠠⠂⠁⢂⠨⠡⡑⢀⠈⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠑⠁⠂⠪⢈⢆⢧⡺⡜⡜⡌⡆⢆⠆⡆⣣⡣⡀
⠄⡡⠨⠐⡐⡰⡑⡧⣫⡺⡱⡱⢘⠔⡑⢌⠎⣞⣵⠄
⠁⠄⢂⠅⢬⡸⡮⣫⢧⠫⢊⠊⡂⠣⠊⢜⢪⢪⢺⣷
⢁⠌⠄⢪⣺⢽⡹⣜⢔⠜⠔⠐⠄⢀⢈⠈⢔⢸⠱⠿⡀
⣣⡮⢂⡳⡽⡵⡝⡎⡆⡊⠊⠄⢀⠄⠰⡽⡌⡇⠄⠄⣆
⣕⢽⢈⢸⢹⡪⡯⡺⣪⠪⠌⡂⠄⢂⢽⣺⢪⢢⠂⢦⠌
⡹⣽⢐⠘⢜⢎⠮⡫⢸⢘⠌⠄⠂⡢⡳⠭⢧⠣⡮⣪⡆
⣮⠣⢂⡳⡑⠜⢈⠄⡳⠁⠄⡀⠡⢀⠐⢈⢘⡎⠅⡺⡇
⣟⠈⡆⡅⠅⡃⠠⠄⢌⠂⠄⡈⠮⡢⢕⣐⣠⢳⠡⡻
⣫⢊⢸⢱⠁⡂⢀⠄⠠⠁⠄⠈⠡⠒⠅⢕⣻⣦⢀⠅
⢾⡤⡈⠂⢁⠐⠄⠄⠰⠄⠄⠈⠄⢈⠠⠠⢨⢆⢢⠁
⡽⣞⣗⢧⡢⡀⡁⠄⢈⠂⠅⢀⠠⠄⠄⠄⡁⠂⣝
⣯⣗⢗⢇⢯⢺⢨⢢⠄⠂⠅⠅⢀⠄⠂⠄⠔⢱⢹
⡯⣞⡝⣎⢧⢳⡹⡼⡸⡐⠠⠐⢀⠈⠄⠁⢄⠣⠁

Great Duma
Our god of war!
Glory has become a thing of bygone days
That pride will be buried

Great Duma
Powerful god!
How you have degenerated
Do you wish for the capability to fear death?

My son, Albein!
People of Rigel!
People of Valentia!

My son, Albein!
People of Rigel!
People of Valentia!

Grief and sadness both
Will now
Come to an end
I will become your demon

The age of gods is over
The people must walk from the water
And walk away from the end of the promise that was made

I gladly turn myself over to the flames
I do not regret the foundation of this new world

⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⢸⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⣾⣿⡆⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⢰⣿⡆⠀⣾⣿⡆⠀⣾⣷ ⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⠘⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⡇⢻⣿⡇⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⢸⣿⣇⠀⢀⣿⣿⠇⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣶⣶⡿⠁⠀⠈⣿⣿⠟