Harvest the field of with the old man's scythe The narrow path of the chosen one reaches beyond life
set sails for the ageless winds No of dying or a thought of surrender I threaten every barrier on my way I am forever with Token of Time
the humble people Everything is torn apart but I'm blessed with faith and bravely I shall go on
Are thou 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 my fears shall not die until the seal is broken Token of Time is trusted in hands of the chosen one