Verse 4, Hecatoncheir Eidolon
The grace of light shoulders the gift
The gift of Eidolon
The goddess of Estro rains down her gift upon the despair of l'Cie
Such as Hecatoncheir
In magic for he is the master of Earth
In strength he is the master of Gaain Salvo
Not made in human skin but made of metal tin
Strikes of tentacles for they are poisonous
Strikes of tentacles for it lashes its strike like a whip
Hidden beneath the turquoise crystal flower, he blossoms from within
Awaits her call, the mighty giant sleeps beneath the crystal flower in deep slumber