A shepard, A shepard, a magnificent shepard beating

His old sheep to go onto the mountain with good intent.

So the journey begins to cross the great mountains of Chrono.

Sweat begins to drip down his throat but he continued,

For his sheep need to be safe from the dark, ebony night.

Hawks in the air are always good hope.

 

As night fell so did the sheep and the shepard sleeping.

Crack! The shepard awoke and he could never sleep again

But let me tell you that there was only thought.

Ass he wishes to go back to rest the sheep wake him, alarmed.

For a big magnificent gray hawk sits on the rock near them.

The hawk groans to the flock “be freed.”

 

Morning came and so did the journey to the tall grand peak,

So it began, the hawk follows and while he to sheep, he lead.

As he went up to the halo, became raw as deep inferno,

The shepard can taste the sweet clouds and the wind is being throw'd.

He succeed, indeed he does. But were is his flock, he looked

And the hawk groans to the man “be freed.”

 

“Why are you cursing me you fowl hawk, I a be great fearing.

Tell me where my flock is, for did you eat and liberated,

Or did they just simply go off to the far, lonely pluto.

Do you want me to jump over the mountain and be killed.

Or simply be up here to observe the wars, to not be controlled?”

And the hawk laughs to objects “be freed.”