Anticipation like knives
Each new cut, a minute folds
Did we see the rising armies
Coming from across the white canvas?
Draw the line
Face the monsters
Slay their hearts
With swords in hand
Ferocity and honor
Set in front of you
The hero is the visionary
The monsters are its prey

Fight the prey!
Creator's promises at stake
May genuine arise from the ashes
And clash amongst fallen men
These heroes will become the next in line

The canvas will fade
The purity will obstruct
Let these heroes rise
Towards a new victory

And as the heroes stand on white
The creator may fall
He may hibernate his vision
But even he will arise once more

Heroes may die
But the visionaries are forever