Dissidia Final Fantasy: Messenger

 

The Messenger is standing at,
Standing at the gate.
Ready to let go,
Ready for the crush of The Messenger.

Too late for whispers,
Too late for the blush.
The past is mercy,
When the future's aglow.
(Won't you let it go?)

Kneeling jury,
Dressed in a cloak of shadows.
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes.
Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows.
(With failure's scars.)
With failure's scars,
For the humbling cries.

The spirit is lowered down,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming whites can't fool the voice of war calling tonight.
Tonight faith is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.

The Avenger is roaming through,
Roaming through the land.
Ready for the clash,
For the lasting gash of The Avenger.

Mothers kissing sons,
With a staff in hands.
The bride is shining,
When the groom is gold.
(Won't you let it go?)

Shining warship choked in the wave of silver.
The offering's grief for deceiver's bride.
Salvation then is a cup of fire.
(Hope is the start.)
But hope is the start,
Of the morning tide.

The spirit is lowered down,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming whites can't fool the voice of war calling tonight.
Tonight faith is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.

The pilgrims are gathering the marching band,
The marching band's howling.
Compassion is the flag of a righteous man,
The righteous man will hold.
The pilgrims are gathering the marching band,
The marching band's howling.
Compassion is the flag of a righteous man,
The righteous man will hold.

The spirit is lowered down,
Waiting for me to hit the floor.
Blooming whites can't fool the voice of war calling tonight.
Tonight faith is the red crown,
The red crown around your door.
Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.