My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you
Is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the Goddess

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the Goddess
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely

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
I offer thee this silent sacrifice