Harvest the field of time
with the old man's scythe
the narrow path of the chosen one
reaches beyond life
I set sails for the ageless winds
no fear of dying or a thought of surrender
i threaten every barrier on my way
i am bound forever with token of time
Among the humble people
everything is torn apart
but i'm blessed with faith
and bravely i shall go on
Are thou the bringer of hope and joy
that i've waited for years
i shall fight to restore the moon
wisdoms of time are carved on the sacred wood
Do thou possess spiritual powers
that would dispel all my fears
i shall not die until the seal is broken
token of time is trusted in the hands of the chosen one