My fiery heart shall burn in bliss
With the taste of might
Fly above the fog that blinds the eyes
Edify the mind
At last the weakling cry is done
The joyful crowd greets the warrior
The days of awaken truth have come
I thank the gift of being alive
And when the misty veils rise
I dare to search the reason why
And thus I lift my spirit
Onto the heights
At the altars of wisdom I place
The enchanted jewel of hope
And in a moment I can glimpse
Beyond the time
At last the weakling cry is gone
The joyful crowd greets the warrior
The days of awaken truth have come
I finally can behold the aurorae
Fight, die, rise
High palace
I walk into your halls