Flow of the Mist

Do you feel the wind change flow?
Can you hear the calls of the distant beast?
It's the Mist, keep down low--
And you won't be a Gimard's feast.

The Mist comes from faraway tower,
And flows all over the once fertile land,
Poisoning every man and flower,
But a boy stands forth, sword in hand.

With the Ra-Seru the heroes fight on,
And the followers of the Mist tremble in fear,
Thus on Legaia a new age dawns,
The end of the Mist soon draws near!