Radiant Historia

Wielder of the Chronicle of White Traversing time to right the wrongs A land turns to sand beneath his feet His friends follow suit Two kingdoms battle for the grainy plains One wields numbers, one wields technology A false queen, a twisted scientist Executed all the same Led under the words of a Prophet The so-called Holy War rages on The Puppetmaster watches behind the scenes Lambs to the slaughter He wields the Chronicle of Black Gifted to him to grant him wisdom He uses it to dessicate the world To avoid his true calling Wielder of White and Wielder of Black Born but to die Souls used to keep the sand from spreading He clung to life to end all other Many died History can't write down all the names The two forsaken Wielders clashed beyond time And selflessness conquered selfishness The Wielder of White returned his soul To the land from which he borrowed The Wielder of Black intervened To give his own instead The Wielder of White was spoken of in legends From then til the end Seldom seen and never heard Perhaps only a distant dream Of the ones who survived Of the ones who prayed Of the ones who were tasked With ensuring his would be the last sacrifice