Beneath the sun dark days will seep
Into your boat and here you sleep
The world will be reeled to a fight
A battle cast as fire encircles night
When the fountain rises once again
From the mountain, ash will fill the end
Two children in a boat must save the sea?
Who will I tell that it should have been me?
What law can there be in the Land of Lin
If three days of magic rule all herein?