Harvest The Field Of Time

With The Old Man's Scythe

The Narrow Path Of The Chosen One

Reaches Beyond Life



I Set Sails For The Ageless Winds

No Fear Of Dying Or A Thought Of Surrender

I Threaten Every Barrier On My Way

I Am Bound Forever With Token Of Time



Among The Humble People

Everything Is Torn Apart

But I'm Blessed With Faith

And Bravely I Shall Go On



Are Thou The Bringer Of Hope And Joy

That I've Waited For Years

I Shall Fight To Restore The Moon

Wisdoms Of Time Are Carved On The Sacred Wood



Do Thou Possess Spiritual Powers

That Would Dispel All My Fears

I Shall Not Die Until The Seal Is Broken

Token Of Time Is Trusted In The Hands Of The Chosen One