Character: Oerba Dia Vanille
For centuries, entombed as a crystal statue, granted a deep slumber, she swallows the lies.
Lies that were rain, each droplet poison within her very veins.
For centuries, entombed as a crystal statue, she woke to a world filed with lies, and a burning storm that frayed the world.
Day to day, she is a ray of sunshine.
Day to day, she is buried deep within the shadows of lies that ache in her heart.
Day to day, her heart, once filled with gold, is poisoned with darkness.
Day to day, she strolls with a band of strangers, who are shadowed from the truth
Heart to heart, the truth swims circles within the realm of darkness
Heart to heart, the truth stole her onto a lonely road
Heart to heart, she had fallen into a stream, into a tunnel
Heart to heart, the tunnel is filled with a pool of despair
The arrow of darkness blossoms like the thorns of black flowers, knitted with a deep red eye, engraved like tattooed leeches upon her skin.
Such is her Brand
The arrow of darkness blossoms like the thorns of black flowers, knitted with a deep red eye, engraved like tattooed leeches upon her skin.
Wakens as a l'Cie
Arise Oerba Dia Vanille, once a human, now a l'Cie
The arrow of darkness blossoms like the thorns of black flowers, knitted with a deep red eye, engraved like tattooed leeches upon her skin.
It bestows a gift
A gift of Magic
Within the very veins of a l'Cie is a gift
The gift of Eidolons, the gift of salvation
Gifted with a curse
The humanity within her was washed away in a swirl of sorrow
Those who fail become a mindless monster
Thus a Cie'th
The gift she fears
The gift she had seen before
The gift that can't be bought, but the gift that comes with a price
The gift of Ragnarok, the fearless beast she was once supposed to be
Gifted with a curse
Thus they curse his name
Curse Primach Galenth Dysley, Lord of Sovereign; the ruler of Cocoon
Dwelling within the shadows, for he is just a puppet
A puppet that lingers within the city of dreams, he craves Ragnarok
A puppet that lingers within the city of dreams, the city wrought with lies
Beneath the lies, beneath the puppet, he is the immortal god
Thus fal'Cie
Thus Barthandelus
Thus they curse fal'Cie
Fal'Cie who craft l'Cie
l'Cie, the ultimate tool of destruction
l'Cie, who bestow Magic
l'Cie, who were once human
And l'Cie, who crave for release as they weep in despair and swim within the city of dreams
The dream of Ragnarok
The dream of secrets
The dream of truth
The dream of lies
Thus Ragnarok
A fiery beast, fearless prey, and a gifted curse
Arise Ragnarok, deep from slumber
A fearless creature that she was once supposed to be,
O Ragnarok, the beast who had scarred Cocoon
O Ragnarok, the beast who had scarred Gran Pulse
O Ragnarok, you are the tool of destruction
In the hands of l'Cie
For Ragnarok she was once suppose to be
For Ragnarok had become her secret and her past
For Ragnarok had scarred her home
For Ragnarok, who had scarred Gran Pulse, for Ragnarok she weeps
In pain and sorrow
For Ragnarok had once scarred Cocoon
For Ragnarok who had blackened her heart
The secrets she buried for centuries, she craved her pardon
Craved forgiveness
She wept in pain and she wept in sorrow
For each secret, she had sinned
The secrets that intertwined with her Fate, they had swallowed the band of strangers
The arrow of darkness, knotted with a deep red eye, the brand of a l'Cie
The arrow of darkness, knotted with a deep red eye, engraves upon their skin the mark of their Focus
A Focus they fear, the Focus of doom
A Focus that begins her journey, for she will chase shadows and dreams, along with the band of strangers
Shadowed beneath her secrets and lies for centuries.