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
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