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