token of time

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