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