Gaze at those serene fields, thus beauty is their gift. These meadows of great loveliness. No grief lives here. But beware, no path leads out from the master's garden...
Earthborn, from the blood of his son He shall now reborn... The lock lays in the ground. The spell has broken... One's suffer is his joy...
And the mistful clouds rose from the march. Winds, even they were very strong. Stonewalls appeared before it was time. Earthborn's temples...built from the hearts of cold stone. From the flames of sacred lakes...it will emerge.
Unspoken farewells, but wishes could be heard. The fields are now gone, only memories remain. Harmony is complete, beauty of those flowers, will be eternal...