The times of gods comes to close
When the eldest and youngest come to blows
Deer and dove shall know true pain
Time's sand bleeds in vain
As the sun falls from the air
The mother will know dispair
Turn to the sun once turned scorn
The battle lost, the winners mourn
Return the symbol, the king's pride
The lost one no longer hides
As Arrogance leads to fall
One will answer the rousing call
The maiden of mind in chains to bind
Forever lost, to the sands of time