Give me a sword,
And I’ll slay the world.
The dragon I’ve known,
My friend so old.
A star watches the fight.
It sees,
It shines,
It cries.
Then the warm whispering wind...
She sweetly flows in.
Her warrior fierce,
Her warrior pierced.
With the arrows of the world in
His soul...
In my soul...
In our soul...
Though the world fights back,
And the world fights hard,
I have my sword
And the wind and stars.