Goodbye, our prayer
Goodbye, our world
The moon tumbles into the dawn
Obscured by its powerful glare
Our thoughts conclude as emotions
Unable to tie anyone’s hearts together
A distant, yet profound prayer
If the law and order we believed in turns out to be a lie
I’ll go as far as to ornament my heart
Cloaking myself in the flame that wells within me
Within this miniature garden, brought into creation only to be destroyed
Even if the blade you grasp is double-edged
Until you lose everything, keep struggling, Trickster!
A single spec of dust falling from the cosmos
Whispered its wish quietly
While scattered stars and voices moisten the Earth
Unable to form a rainbow
An everlasting prayer
If you’re to waver upon the brink of good and evil
Be a blade that can protect one and all
Burning away your vitality!
Even if it’s a foolish decision
And becomes proof of your sins
Atone with an even greater ferocity, Trickster!
Through hardships, to the stars!
Donning hope as our Orarion
And joining hands with the entirety of our fate
We’ll likely go beyond what’s seen before our eyes!
In a sky where the midday moon hangs full
A bright prominence rises, covering our view like a shield
Chains forming a circle of emotions we never thought would intersect
Form connections to our prayers
Until you have everything in hand, move onward, Trickster!