• From branch to branch and leaf to leaf,
    Scattered upon this land, foreign
    Fallen from the heavens, so it seemed
    Stolen from his world

    Many years past and the little one grew
    Given life again by the trees
    Magic ruled the feifdom
    Governed the kingdom with iron fists

    When time had passed on the clock
    And the pendulum inside grew quite
    Winter's icy breath ran down this one's spine
    Aoi was his name in real world,

    Cries rang out across the land
    As war clapped its ugly hands
    Caressing the cheek of the dead
    Aoi grasped his demon sword

    From birth to present
    He had grown to love the land
    It's people and strange animals
    Graceful, it always seemed until that day

    When brimstone churned around the dismal expanse
    Conjured by the foolhearty tyrant
    Burning ash fluttered in the air like snow
    Cluttered the lungs of the living with the dead

    Running now, dragging sparks from sword to ground
    Hands red with anger and stinging with sorrow
    Revenge, he set in his sights
    The hatred he had contained now ran like water through his fingers

    Lusting for the kill of Aoi, whom he didn't know
    Valiant life to be shed, the tyrant rose
    Lightning streaked through the air
    Vicious forgotten spells leapt from wars hands

    A battle of forces, reality and dream,
    Clashing swords and sizzling sparks
    A sight to see, so one lucky witness told
    Careful to spread the victory, so painfully won

    The man remember, as Aoi raised his devil sword
    Managing only to slice demons
    The tyrant reared his hands of war
    Moving with a saber in his grasp, he struck

    Both man and demon were killed
    And rejoiced the people who left with filled lungs of ash!
    Brimstone sank back into ground and ashes lay down
    Aoi was the savior, both of here and in the place he spoke of

    In the world of which he came
    His dormant, soulless body convulsed
    Internally his soul returned
    Hospital staff murmed praise of a miracle

    Twenty years in the other world, which he calls Pallel
    Equated to ten in the real world
    Ten years in comatose and he arose
    Every breath, a miracle, a hero's breath

    In Pallel, a warrior, full of valiant life
    A dependable savior of people and the kingdom
    On Earth, a warrior, full of waking
    A protector of hope and miracles

    He is Aoi,
    Protector of people, dreams, and miracles