In the middle of nowhere, miles away…
Crooning of folklores makes the White Desert sway;
A vie of lore is held between the heavenly and the earthlings,
The battle goes on and on, with the uncertainty of winnings.
At the eleventh hour, the sun sets to dusk,
Bidding adieu, and putting an end to this busk.

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