There is no fall without a rise,
For it is the flame in the eye,
From the soul’s spark, the warmth of love—
Man’s fate can neither be seen nor explained.
Guided by the harmony of hidden rhythms,
From the goddess’s eternal ballad,
Turning time’s wheel, moving mass and matter,
Like the first drop of rain,
Like the breeze of a whirling wind.
Roar of ascent, tears of awakening,
Life holds both surprise and hope,
The mending of your destined gloom,
Words like unseen blessings.
Arise, awake—no time to repent,
You have a world to win, a war to burn,
A victory to gain, a dawn to cherish,
Unfinished good deeds your fate still demands.
Your fate lives in your present—
Be the goddess’s sword,
Or torchbearer of wandering souls.
Either way, the strike lands hard,
Piercing so deep, even a whisper
Can alter one’s path like a cast spell,
And unveil the sleeping fragment
Of the goddess within.