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