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The Era Meteors fell like tears across the silver sky A decade spent in battle, in the blinking of an eye The King of Demons fallen, the castle turned to dust The swords are put in scabbards, and the shields begin to rust Himmel’s smile was radiant, Eisen stood so tall Heiter raised a glass to the peace that found us all "Just ten years," she whispered, "a fleeting little spark" Unaware that light would leave her wandering in the dark For an elf, a century is but a summer’s nap Just a tiny, blurry line upon a cosmic map. But the clocks of men are frantic, they beat like hummingbird wings She didn't hear the melody the passing season sings Until the blue-haired hero lay beneath the heavy stone And she stood amidst the flowers, feeling suddenly alone. Oh, Frieren the Slayer, with the starlight in your hair Walking through the centuries like you’re breathing different air Collecting "useless" magic, and the spells of field and flower While the empires rise to glory and they crumble in an hour You’re looking for a grimoire, or a way to say goodbye Underneath the cold expanse of the northern winter sky From the Holy City gates to the shores of Aureole The longest journey ever taken by a quiet soul. Now there’s a girl beside her, with a staff and purple hair Fern is counting seconds, while Frieren doesn't care "We’re waking up at sunrise," but the mage is sleeping in Life is measured differently when you’ve seen what’s always been They meet a boy named Stark, with the dragon’s blood inside The ghost of Master Eisen is the shadow at his side No more the "Hero’s Party," but the legacy remains In the way they cast their shadows, in the way they break the chains. "Aura, weigh your spirit," the scales begin to tilt Five hundred years of mana, and a throne of demon guilt She doesn't need to boast, she doesn't need to lie She’s the last thing that the monsters see before they fade and die A "coward" or a "genius," or a "merciless machine" But she’s just a girl who’s missing things she should have clearly seen Like the ring upon her finger, and the way he looked at her Before the colors of his memory started getting blur. Oh, Frieren the Slayer, with the starlight in your hair Walking through the centuries like you’re breathing different air Collecting "useless" magic, and the spells of field and flower While the empires rise to glory and they crumble in an hour You’re looking for a grimoire, or a way to say goodbye Underneath the cold expanse of the northern winter sky From the Holy City gates to the shores of Aureole The longest journey ever taken by a quiet soul. The flower field is blooming, just like Himmel said it would She’s learning how to love him, like she never understood It’s a walk toward the heavens, where the old companions wait To tell the hero everything, before it gets too late Just a mage on a mission, through the forest and the snow With a thousand years behind her, and a long, long way to go. (A long, long way to go...) (Just a blink of an eye...)