The Bell rings
the toll is heavy
Breaking the all familiar silence
A shroud of gloom covers all

Aimless
hopeless
Until the Lands become impossible to trek, littered with a miasma of strife
Completely enveloped
Tumbling down
the World whispers out a final cry

60 million lights cut through the dark
Fiery stars appearing in the night
Revealing themselves in the thousands
An old light
A brighter light
A new light

Immovable, Together, A force of nature
They answer the Land's final cry with their own
The lights reach out their hands

"I will not let you fall"