O fair maiden

How your everyday has withered

Your peaceful, mundane life shattered

Your eyes to existence you know is no more

But worry not little girl

For 'they' will assist you

Never abandoning

You will find friends there

But how shall your pure heart not waver

For what 'they' do

You shall hate it

Yet the bonds with them makes you stay

Tread between choices, woman

One or many

Vengeance or forgiveness

The spear or the shield

So grasp your inner self, Alicia

With I, within your soul

I, who has taken its place in you

Granting the eternal flame

That takes your soul, not by your will