The Sun is rising.
If all this year has been but one single day, it has been a good day.
Carry on your wings the songs of praise and sorrow until the final dawn.
Lest your forgotten trance be made a mark of shame upon the past of man.
We cannot breathe without you.
When do we really come back to life?
Roil beneath their feet, carry them towards the dawn.
Eternal, limitless bursting joy encapuslates the cinter of the quake.
However far you go, I will be the road that takes you back home.
Lift them from the abyss where so many souls have layed to rest.
Float our children to the horizon.
Being alive is better than the best party in life.
Warm the souls of those lost in shadow. Tell them what we have sang in silence.
The Black Dawn Comes.
What does your duty mean to the great sea?
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Why must video games always be the root of this?
Where will our captain go?
How could the party get better?