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When the war of the beast 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;
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest;
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water
Quietly, but surely

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

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