Here, where everything began and was put to a halt, I still can feel his breath.

Having watched far too much in too short a time, the enemy has run out of faith,
which now barely fills the bottom of its false chalice.

Having watched only one thing, we're still strong in our faith,
which now fills our true chalice, missing all but a single drop.

The enemy's faith has spread so thin that it couldn't erase His traces from all of this land.
Soon, they'll despair.

Soon, our faint traces will become apparent as vivid scars.
Soon, we'll deliver destruction to the enemy.

When it finally remembers Chaos in the face of looming terror,
He will descend once again before its eyes.

Hah hah hah!
Soon, we'll see him again.

When we finally let go of this tiny drop, it'll seep into the Dark Side,
resuming everything that was once stopped.