The city's behind me.
I run as fast as I can
As I get into my forest
Escaping from the monsters
That are chasing me.
I look for a place to hide
At this empty, cold life
I'm one step beyond
My own salvation
And one step ahead
My fears
I hear whispers in the dark
From desolated souls
That were not able to come back
From their hiding place
That couldn't survive
The monsters in this world.
I must do that
*I must fight.

Oh, Mortal what beauty you behold,
Those stunning flowing locks of hair,
Or those deep piercing eyes that gaze upon one's soul.
Those who look upon you feel nothing but envy and despair.
Oh, why dear Priestess?
Why dishonour the vow you made to the Leadress of war and wisdom,
The Goddess herself.
Now you shall suffer,
suffer the ultimate price.