Who knew the sunset could look so sweet?
Now she feels the comforting sun's warm heat

She'll be the legacy of their crimes
And she'll grieve until it's the end of time

Though she can't see what the future will hold
She continues moving forward

The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors
Are comforting for this poor explorer

Safe keep the gardens they try to reap
For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat

Creep through the Whispering Woods of old
For these trees are something that she calls home

Seamlessly she glides through marshlands
And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands

She'll pace herself through hidden forests
And fight for their warmth until she's sorest