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