Character: The sorcerer

Blizzard snow flaps its wings
Trace will not find home.
But calling us the bird memory
And flies like an arrow, in a straight line.

Sadness will melt the trouble.
Don't cry, the soul, we are not the first.
Fly easy like a bird's feather
Fly away home... Fly away home...

Whether wind, or a bird,
Me's wing.
Only a feather in the sky spinning
Over the long-empty nest...
Blizzard howls its song,
Over the expanse of the sleeping fields
Or heard the cry in the sky,
Flying away of cranes...

- I want to rule!
- Ruled by princes.
- And the above princes?
- Act all of the above.

Good and evil go their separate ways.