The town dormant for thousands of years is a windy plain;
those still breathing will soon wake up.
I'm a missing child astray from my group.
I'll make it true, I'll make it real.
Pictures in your mind will tell you what to do.
Listen to the voice from nowhere sayin' to you.
"My son, my world will soon revive."
Now, hold the sword-like crescent moon
in your hand, and start dashing through
the GALIENT WORLD.
The words carved into bare rocks are all shining blue,
pointing towards the goals I must accomplish.
The time is glorious, the time is the morning light.
I'll make it true, I'll make it real
Pictures in your mind will tell you what to do.
Listen to the voice from nowhere callin' to you.
"My son, my world will soon revive."
Now, hold the sword-like morning light
in your hand, and start dashing through
the GALIENT WORLD.