The River of Souls flows to the other side, wrapped in the land's night,
Broad, slow, an eternal and silent sight.
It belongs to all in this world that has life,
All of which flows downstream, converging as one.

The master of the nether realm, Thanatos,
Enshrouds themself and the souls within the Moon Cocoon.

The dragon, born from the cocoon, carries a girl,
soaring upstream the River of Souls, defying its eternal flow.

Their connection flows tighter than blood,
And the key that opens the netherworld's gates,
Is the sister's selfish plight.

Back then, the boreal winds cut through to the bone.
Back then, death was a bitter and stabbing fright.