O’ the beautiful two jewels, the descendant of the past
You take us to two black holes that devoured my ship’s mast,
And devoured the beams which guide me to the west.
Me and my army looked everywhere; then they took a rest.
We searched for the white hole as a reversal fate
Which the legend said that it is the only gate.
We found a wind of change in the land of mist.
But when we searched for it was too late
And suddenly we found that we are the Ogres’ guests.
Ogres had no mercy when they ate us
They didn’t stop even when we shouted Alas!
We managed to escape, Leaving us with deadly wounds
When we saw a gods’ throne,
She gave a wind of change
Which allowed us to change our fate and be out of their range.
That was the gods’ test,
To see the champion inside their chest.