The future is not told.
The beginning is just begun
For you.
The creator
Belongs to all of us.
Please,
Come to me

I need your comfort.
I need,
need your comfort
For the universe,
Sound and rhythms,
That you have bestowed upon me,
And when, I have heard, the bell tolls,
It will bring
A blessed tone.

Yet when the bell tolls,
It brings not the war of the gods.
All gods shall hold them in their hands.
The war of the gods shall never be.