Oh, The maiden with the silver bow!
Strength granted, thou shall prevail
though the darkest hour of the shell,
never-resting fight for what thou believe.
The fleeting dream left me haunting
In the tower that appears every midnight,
Orpheus' song guides me through,
Ticking clock left me with all the cruel.
Oh, Artemis, my dear Artemis!
The strength granted to the empress,
I summon thee, accept my command
and appear! To bring about the fall of the empty shell.
If I shall perish, Ragnarok the world to be,
I offer thee the silent sacrifice, before the throne of me.
