The Ballad of Lotos

Ah, hear that song, so fair, so bright, Like roses red

in morning light, Soft as the spring wind passing by, It soothes the

heart, it lifts the sky. Once cursed was this sweet melody, But monsters rage

no more, you see— Play as you will, with open soul, No wrath remains to take its toll.

Ah, Loto, hero great and true, The harp itself sings thanks to you. No longer curse,

this tune we claim, Let joy resound in Lotos' name! Let hills and seas, let far-off lands,

All hear this song by mortal hands. O people listen- hear within.

The grief that hides beneath the skin. For Loto too was flesh and bone, A weeping man