Beneath the flaming sun.
Beneath the frigid moon.
A path across the land.
Guided by the wind, stars, and waves.
Connected to the memory of eternity.
A light to bridge the cosmic darkness.
Crossing the threshold of space and time.
A window through the ages is now open.
As the Holy Grail now beckons.
A call to be answered with the spilling of innocent blood.
To end this ritual of conflict.
There is no wish worth having granted.
I request only the aid needed to end it.
Mine will become your source of power.
To protect what is most precious.
Beneath the frigid moon.
A path across the land.
Guided by the wind, stars, and waves.
Connected to the memory of eternity.
A light to bridge the cosmic darkness.
Crossing the threshold of space and time.
A window through the ages is now open.
As the Holy Grail now beckons.
A call to be answered with the spilling of innocent blood.
To end this ritual of conflict.
There is no wish worth having granted.
I request only the aid needed to end it.
Mine will become your source of power.
To protect what is most precious.
