In the breast of the sky,
I saw them gathered in flight,
Casting down their [enveloping aura]
As leaves would fall,
It touched my every pore
The kindest words of echonian tongue
No longer fell on deaf ears
And I could feel their joy
As it carried me into the clouds
I was alive then...
And for six days and six nights
I was as they were...
I too spoke in echonian tongue
And sang the songs of Byzantium
As Midas had with touch,
I was granted with vision
As a gold world
Embraced me and kissed my soul
I was alive then...