From Nameless Oracle

At the final glorious battle

Sons of human they will know

What's the point of being human

Through the fight with sons of mind

Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing

chaos

Have no fade to get some power

In the days of fight to death

Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven

Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala

Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals

Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the

lie

And when the half of everything came,

When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence

Seven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of Earth

And the chaos hadn't power to sign'em

There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion

Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their

hearts

These are by the command of Atl

Standing up at the head of the army

These are by the command of gods

Will invite everyone

Seven as one they will take

Old the sons of humanity

To the

Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind

Shall we do know

what's the point of holy visions?

Want to try?

Are you ready for blind?

Shall we do know

what's the point of crying and tears?

Want to see are you ready to fill?

Shall we do know

What's the point of freedom and power?

Want to see?

Are you ready to lose?

Shall we do know

What's the points of honour and bravery?

Want to try, are you ready to die?

No...

One! Will be down!

Will lost! The everything!

Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again!

Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them!

Hold! By power of the wheel!

At the hopeless deadly lines!

You're as the stars now,

Of ineffable creation.

Fell down, to wail yourself

Roaming though the dusk dimensions.

Here, in the highlands,

Battle will complete at last.

Visionary dream,

Become a horror weapon

Here, at crossing sides

Two forces tell the truth

Of the innocent meaning of lies.

Come here, sit here Return your will

Things are blink now, visions make you to heal

Sleep now, rest now,

You're lost your wings

Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means

[Vanoe's monolog]

In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches

They great power, timely slides over it

And didn't know what was that visionary meetings

Blazing in the sacred spirit.

Losing memories of the being, they had

To woke the ability of magic nature...

Because times by times the heaven over the mankind

Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream.

Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere.

It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the

dream.

Blazing...small fire begins to grow up...

Yes, too small but it's real fire

A little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer.

Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire

Get the mists of Dragon Lore

...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers

Begin to dreamed worry

Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven

Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala

Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals

Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the

lie