O’, how thy free hands long for change! the blood of thy ancestors courses through thy veins, and now, may thou draweth the courage from their tombs and taketh it with thee on thy quest. how fierce is the slash of thy blade! mayhap thou hadst been wronged once in the past, but o’, brave child, may thou rise and becometh more than thy past! alloweth thy pride that lies in thy heritage to guide thy way along this treacherous path into the dark!
O’, how thy loyal hands thirst for power! the words of thy kin didst wound thee so, and now, may thou draweth the venom from their words and taketh it with thee on thy mission. how dangerous is the swing of thy axe! mayhap thou hadst been abandoned once in the past, but o’, mighty child, may thou rise and becometh more than thy past! alloweth thy strength that lies in thy spirit to guide thy way along this treacherous path into the dark!
O’, how thy kind hands pray for peace! birthed from a world of gentle care and loving words, and now, may thou draweth the motive from those memories and taketh it with thee on thy journey. how steady is the thrust of thy sword! mayhap thou hadst been helpless once in the past, but o’, innocent child, may thou rise and becometh more than thy past! alloweth thy compassion that lies in thy heart to guide thy way along this treacherous path into the dark!
O’, such an immense spirit dost emit from these children of the sky! surely, thou wilt brandish thy steel and taketh to the battlefield to save thy world from calamity! for even as we art on the brink of destruction...we may rest knowing our heroes shalt not giveth in until their dying breath! hie now, children of fate! save our endangeréd humanity!
