[Storyteller: Sebastian Thomson]   [Narrator: Michael Kiske]   [King Taetius: Damian Wilson]      [Narrator:]   Blessed land, the shining star   In the west she rests in light   Dark skies, hard times kept afar   But in time she'll find her sight      [Angelic Ainae Choir:]   Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony      [Narrator:]   To the sun she turns her head   Unknown in her home steals fate   And to the King there come the Prophets   But he hears without fear what they state      [Angelic Ainae Choir:]   Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony   Touay soltn etinae bonitri d'esrony   Shawr ousmi Cessnella adouthe yaemr   Thnaton gliu swrutaena jewri outhe taemr      [translation:]   (Aina, your beauty seems so infinite   and trust in it though you may   don't turn your ears from the Holy Voice   for darkness comes your way)      [The Prophets:]   Demons of wrath creep up behind us   Fingers of steel reach out to bind us   Sorrow and despair can we foresee   In the Oracles   The Holy Voice calls down its warning   Don't turn your back on what he's warning!      Darkness and death will swarm around us   The dark won't relent until it's found us   Horror and despair can we foresee   In the Oracles   The Holy Voice calls down its warning   Don't turn your back on what he's warning!      [King Taetius:]   Look around this land, you fools!   No devilry resides here   Away with thy malignant thoughts   Rejoice in light tat shines here      Look into your hearts, you fools!   What ill could here befall us?   For centuries we've known no war   No weapons shall recall us