Spiritual Spira
When Sin comes to
destroy all life we live,
Give hope to the few
Humans of Yevon.
Summoners to send our
souls and forgive,
And to purify what we
thought foregone;
Summoners that brings
Aeons and contrive,
Give prayer of defeat
of Sin and its spawn.
Sacrificing all for the
world, Spira,
Long awaited Calm of a
new era.
Time long passed before
the Great War and Sin,
When Machina's
knowledge has reigned supreme,
Where the people lived
easier within,
Constructs of
technology and regime.
Though shun by current
blind belief begin,
Use of device to awaken
the dream.
Time has come to use
machines for the good,
A better future for Al
Bhed they should.
When the great terror
first was ever seen,
Poison, destruction,
and death crossed the land.
But gave rise to the
spirits of serene.
Proud, magical
creatures take their last stand.
Holds fast their faith
that magic—not machine,
Will bring the peace if
all could understand.
Governors of the
Farplane, wise they be,
For the Guados hope
that all will stay free.
Before hamlets and
routine ways of life,
The land of the wilds
tore at one's heart.
Cold winds, little
food, and surviving great strife,
The noble Ronso shall
always impart,
Their strength is given
with distinguished rife,
And so Spira may again
have a start.
Gagazet is the path to
paradise,
And no comfort or easy
life shall suffice.
Not much can be said
about the next race,
They care little of
battles and power,
The Hypellos of
tranquility grace,
Pacifism in the darkest
hour.
Such confidence we all
should now embrace,
For isn't fighting
just one who cowers?
Sin is always reborn
from war …enough!
Follow these creatures
and ride the shoopuf.