With the eyes a-flicker from behind
The snake of smoke. that curls between us
He takes his helmet off, golden horned
And starts to tell me his painful tale
I was not one of the heroes
And not a warrior great
No one called me by my name
My kindred no one knew
I wondered why I was called forth
By the mighty Forger of the skies
And the Eternal Sage, the greatest of them all
They gave a mission to a stranger
To me
You must cross through the times
And seek yourself from unknown lands
Beyond the roads uncharted
Bring back your future ghost
For he needs you to be his guide
He no longer knows his name nor path
He no longer knows you
He no longer knows himself
He can't find his way to you
He needs you to be his guide
You will become his star
You will become his path
You will become his memory
You will become his name
You are his sister
You are his path
You are his thoughts
You are his name