Harvest the field of time
 with the old man's scythe
 The narrow path of the chosen one
 reaches beyond life

 I set sails for the ageless winds
 No fear of dying or a thought of surrender
 I threaten every barrier on my way
 I am bound forever with Token of Time

 Among the humble people
 Everything is torn apart
 but I'm blessed with faith
 and bravely I shall go on

 Are thou the bringer of hope and joy
 that I've waited for years
 I shall fight to restore the moon
 Wisdoms of time are carved on the sacred wood

 Do thou possess spiritual powers
 that would dispel all my fears
 I shall not die until the seal is broken
 Token of Time is [bad word] in the hands of the chosen one