Down toward the south,
You hear a princess cry.
She has disappeared,
And innocents will die.

Far up to the north,
A storm comes from the breeze.
Their people shall soon starve,
And all these lands shall freeze.

Out there in the west,
Silence is born from song.
But hope is far from here,
And none can right this wrong.

Off in the barren east,
The dead are prone to roam.
They will take this land,
Which the living once called home.

And right there in the center,
No one could agree.
The carnival was coming,
But some would rather flee.

"There is no threat at all,"
Said some so stubbornly.
Others said there was,
Shouting "We must flee!"

Those who seemed so brave,
Masters of martial arts,
Stayed until the end,
Crying out their hearts.

"I have done well,
And I want for me to leave.
I never broke the schedule,
So flee on your death's eve."

"Let me tell you a story,"
She said as the moon fell,
"About a little Imp,
Who condemned the world to hell."

A man turned to a child,
Wedding mask taken from him.
Not for anyone's revenge,
But Skull Kid and Sakon's whim.

And then there was his lover,
Ignoring what her mother would say.
Together at the world's end,
They hoped for the Dawn of a New Day.