The final battle's over
No matter who wins
'Cause all those gods have fallen
Noone left to count our sins!
The wasted land, it's burning
Caught in the crossfire
Heart of old world returning
It can save us now
Let's start the rain!
I call to spirits of the skies
To heal the wounds of land
And wash away war's price
Nothing remains
So let the scorched earth come to life
Make scores of raindrops fall
And cast away demise
Natural force is coming
Old spirits wake up
And only strong and worthy
Will walk through the flames of war
Thick clouds are gathering
Above the man with staff
And with his
Each swing raindrops
Fall more and more
