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