^{Storyteller: Sebastian Thomson Narrator: Michael Kiske King Taetius: Damian Wilson Narrator:} Blessed land, the shining star In the west she rests in light Dark skies, hard times kept afar But in time she'll find her sight ^{Angelic Ainae Choir:} Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony ^Narrator: To the sun she turns her head Unknown in her home steals fate And to the King there come the Prophets But he hears without fear what they state ^{Angelic Ainae Choir:} Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony Touay soltn etinae bonitri d'esrony Shawr ousmi Cessnella adouthe yaemr Thnaton gliu swrutaena jewri outhe taemr ^Translation: (Aina, your beauty seems so infinite and trust in it though you may don't turn your ears from the Holy Voice for darkness comes your way) ^{The Prophets:} Demons of wrath creep up behind us Fingers of steel reach out to bind us Sorrow and despair can we foresee In the Oracles The Holy Voice calls down its warning Don't turn your back on what he's warning! Darkness and death will swarm around us The dark won't relent until it's found us Horror and despair can we foresee In the Oracles The Holy Voice calls down its warning Don't turn your back on what he's warning! ^{King Taetius:} Look around this land, you fools! No devilry resides here Away with thy malignant thoughts Rejoice in light tat shines here Look into your hearts, you fools! What ill could here befall us? For centuries we've known no war No weapons shall recall us