ELI

Prologue (Poem) When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting Act I (Poem) Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take it to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest.Act I (Interpreted) The infinite mystery The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek But their fates are scattered by warOne becomes a hero, one wanders the land And the last is taken prisonerBut the three are still bound by a solemn oath To seek the answer together, once againAct II (Poem) There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worldsDreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nighAct II (Interpreted) Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded His life is saved, however By a woman of the opposing nationHe begins a life of seclusion with her Which seems to hold the promise of eternal blissBut as happiness grows, so does guilt Of not fulfilling the oath to his friendsAct III (Poem) My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blowMy friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddessEven if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my returnAct III (Interpreted) As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction The prisoner departs with his newfound love And embarks on a new journeyHe is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss And the oath that he swore to his friendsThough no oath is shared between the lovers In their hearts they know they will meet againAct IV (Poem) My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddessMy soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumberLegend shall speak Of sacrifice at world’s end The wind sails over the water’s surface Quietly, but surelyAct V (Poem) Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice