Someday I'll climb down an Acacia tree
One side red, one side white
Someday I'll climb down an Acacia tree
One side red, one side white... one side tender
I will invite your multitude progeny
My voice they'll hear
I see them march from the eastern City

Then I will bridle the windy horses
One horse red, one horse white
Then I will bridle the windy horses
One horse red, one horse white... a horse dive
Then I will bridle the windy horses
And we will check every ocean... if they do thrive
If the oceans are still alive

High o'er the woods, high o'er the fields
A bird of red, a bird of white
High o'er the woods, high o'er the fields
A bird of red, a bird of white... a bird of flames
High o'er the woods, high o'er the fields
Will lead us against the wrongdoers... to destroy them
With bombs, silence and silver blades

We will wash Evil through fire and blood
A sun of red, a sun of white
We will wash Evil through fire and blood
A sun of red, a sun of white... a sun that mends
We will wash Evil through fire and blood
One cloud arises, another descends
A day without shadow
Then we will raze the City on our road

When we do return our hearts triumphant
A face of red, a face of white
When we do return our hearts triumphant
A face of red, a face of white... a face of heav'n
When we do return our hearts triumphant
Then you will say : these are our children...
Who is this one
Who led them so far away from their parents?

Then I will return in my Acacia tree
A morning red, a morning white
Then I will return in my Acacia tree
A morning red, a morning white... a morning pale
Then I will return in my Acacia tree
And you will leave multitude progeny
All to themselves
Ready to throw the dice in Lord Aeon's hands

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Aeguary, in the year 692 AF.