Sahrah: I was bored, it sounded pretty. Enjoy it.
A Summoner's Silver, A Gunner's Gold
Every summoner sings along with the Fayth
Going from one place to another to pray
She who calls Aeons to fight
She who bends the rods of time
And folds the creases of space
At the insisting of a journey filled with laughter
A smile at every turn
Each summoner is hiding something inside.
Inside the strong, brave faces of each summoner
They are quietly mourning their own death, full of silver tears
The strong will cloaks the summoner's silver.
Life!
The summoner lives, shining like a ray of sunlight through hopeless devastation
The small, false bravery can fade with the summoner's love
And true valor can grow from the remains.
She who once called on others to fight for her
Can stand and hold the enemy at gunpoint
As a gunner
Real smiles, real joy
A journey filled with laughter
The gunner hides nothing
She hides no emotion, flashes no falseness
Every gunner shows something on the outside
That can only be matched by that of the inside
They are quietly rejoicing their life, full of golden grins
The stronger will displaying a summoner's gold