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In the dim light that passes
Through the church window transparency
We see a chapel where a stone statue stands
With a peaceful look
It offers us a sword
Made of brilliant steel
Viktor comes closer and
After getting a look to Saroma
Takes the sword and wields it
A feeling of mighty and integrity
Immediatly sounds in his heart
We feel that the saint's sword will help us
To break this dark curse