
Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end.
The goddess descends from the sky.
Wings of light and dark spread afar.
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess.
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface.
The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II
There is no hate, only joy for you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.
Dream of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost.
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow.
No matter where the winds may blow.
My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of goddess.
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return.
Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honour remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul corrupted by vengeance.
Hath endured torment, to find the end of journey.
In my own salvation.
And your eternal slumber.
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end.
The winds sails over the water's surface.
Quietly, but surely.
Act V
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return.
To become the dew that quenches the land.
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies.
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
-Final Fantasy VII : Crisis Core-
Embrace your dreams`
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end.
The goddess descends from the sky.
Wings of light and dark spread afar.
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess.
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface.
The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II
There is no hate, only joy for you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.
Dream of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost.
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow.
No matter where the winds may blow.
My friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of goddess.
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return.
Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honour remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.
My soul corrupted by vengeance.
Hath endured torment, to find the end of journey.
In my own salvation.
And your eternal slumber.
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end.
The winds sails over the water's surface.
Quietly, but surely.
Act V
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return.
To become the dew that quenches the land.
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies.
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
-Final Fantasy VII : Crisis Core-
Embrace your dreams`
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