Weeper

Clyde
As I roam this path, I seek the controller of the Antisun
Mutilating all of life, may I avenge thee, my blessed family.

Eternally

Sleep forever in the darkness
I shall find thee by the willow.

In the sky I see the

As the Antisun is burning I am veiled by falling embers
Guide me now to He, bearer of the ancient staff
Bring me to the fallen king
He who bears the
He who bears the staff.

Santa
We are close now to the shimmering that has led us to this place.

Santa's Daughter
In the sky I see the shimmering in the night.

Santa
A silhouette, forming in the dark, watching us…

Clyde
I am the one who shalt destroy the Antisun
Engulf the sky.

Santa
How can it be?
What are thee?

Clyde
I am the winged lord
I am the one who shalt devour the Antisunthe Antisun.

Santa
Daughter, we must flee
I shall protect thee!
In the Moon machine you must go now
Daughter, I have forsaken thee.

Santa's Daughter
Father, farewell blessed king.

Santa
Daughter, be now guided by the stars
Blessed child, farewell
I shall seek thee!

Clyde
Battle me, Staffbearer…
I have waited for so very long
I forsake the caress of the Tree.

Santa
Be annihilated by the emanating beams.

Clyde
I absorb the energy.

Santa
Art thou not eternally harmed?

Clyde
I am the winged…
Lord as prescribed in the scrolls
I am the one!
I am wounded by the ray of light as I weep here upon the ice
May I conjure vengeance and wrath guided by the sacred astral path.

Santa
You are dying by my hand
I shall feast upon thy corpse.

Clyde
May we battle forever!

Santa
I shall claim victory on this eve
The Antisun shalt never fall.

Clyde
I am wounded by the battle with the ancient Staffbearer king
If indeed that I must die, I shall thus ascend into the wretched sky and collide with the Antisun
I shall collide with the Antisun.

Santa
Gather supplies and a ship
We now must leave the planet.

Clyde
I'll be home soon, with you and Belvedere.

Santa
The winged lord is now rising destined towards the Antisun
Accelerate the ship faster, lest a vile fate we succumb.

Clyde
I am rising to the Antisun
It shall fall from the black sky
Colliding with the planet, I condemn Akka to die!

Santa
The Antisun is now set ablaze, and from heavens will thus fall
Akka is annihilated, embracing salvation's call!

Clyde
Are you here? Blessed Harriet, gentle Belvedere.

Harriet
Yes Clyde, we are here For thee, we are here.

Clyde
Oh child, oh my child Harriet
I can feel you upon the wind.

Harriet
I can feel you too!
Oh Clyde, oh my Clyde is it truly you?
Follow me, I'm so sorry…

Clyde
I am sorry too!

Harriet are you here?
Harriet are you here?