Verse 6, Odin
In the temple of ruins, upon the throne lies the king of the knight
The gift of Eidolon, the king of the knights, thus Odin
Odin, true to his name for he values honour and dignity
Odin, the master of blades, the element of storm
Odin, the king of the knights for he is the master of strength can't be rob
For his strength must be earn
Beneath the very veins of the l'Cie, the king of the knight sense her despair
Upon the Vile Peaks, the king of the knights' blossom within a blooming purple crystal opens like a flower, open a pink glyph
Beneath the ground, the king of the knight plunges the ground with the master of sword
For he rose to face his master
Rose to set a test upon the faltering soldier
For his light that renew her hope
For his grace, he lights a new path
Hail the king of the knights for his trust is won
Hail the king of the knights, the might of Odin waits upon her call
Hail the king of the knights, the might of Odin lives on.