A task divine, with Healing blessings cleanse A legion loyal, shadow-clad in united cause I, the Holy Blade with silver radiant Mentors of the moon, swallow my despair O derelict town, I raise you in crusade Abyssal voices guide my bloodied hand in your name In ceaseless suffering, must I forever reign? Cursed abomination of beastly blood Lost to the blood, in abject tyranny Is this my redemption at last? I, the Holy Blade, light's chosen once more Mentors of the moon, sing to me in repose