When the fighting beasts bring about the end of the world,
Then spreading her wings of light and darkness
The Goddess alights from the sombre sky
With the Gift that can guide us to happiness.

I.
And the Goddess's gift is an abyss of mystery
We took to the sky to look for
Thrusting into the ripples raising
On the waters of wandering soul.
On the battlefield, three friend there were:
One has been captured,
One has flown away
For the last one to become a hero.

II.
The soul that hoped is now withered,
Its honor awaste
And its wings that once flew are broken.
You the one who has boundless bliss
Beloved of the Goddess
The one who will heal this world
As befits a hero.

III.
- Are you flying my friend
To the world that hates us both?
The cruel morrow is all that awaits you.
- Let tomorrow lack any promise
But the wind that raises the waves -
Still I will return to your place.

IV.
- My ill-fated friend,
You who's lost all dreams and honor,
Like an arrow already shot from the Goddess's bow!
Ask my friend,
And the life-giving Gift of the Goddess
Will be handed now.
- You offer the end of the world
That's like wind at the waters no one knows,
So tender yet so unavoidable.

V.
Let tomorrow lack any promise,
Still I will return to your place
To become a drop of our star's hope.
At the edge of the earth, at the heaven's end,
By the faraway waters no one knows
I offer myself as secret sacrifice.

(потому что почему не перевести на английский, если перевел на русский?)