Harvest field of time with the old man's scythe The narrow path of the chosen one reaches beyond life
set sails for the ageless winds No fear of dying or a thought of surrender I every on my way I am bound forever with Token of Time
Among the humble people Everything is torn apart but I'm blessed faith and bravely shall go on
Are thou the bringer of hope and joy that waited for years I shall fight to restore the Wisdoms of time are carved on the sacred wood
Do thou possess spiritual powers that would dispel all my fears shall not die until the seal is Token of Time is trusted in the hands of the chosen one