What awaits us?
A cloud has fallen on our shore.
The mighty hand and sword of Imperial war.
My love, you march to war defiant,
may god return you triumphant.
And you'll be brave, be strong, be true, my love.
And I'll be waiting for you, forever.
How can I wait unknowing?
This is the price of war.
We rise with noble intentions
and we risk all that is pure.
We are only as great as our hearts will allow.
What awaits us?
What will become of us?
What will be, will be.
But I hope and I pray, every single day.
You'll come to me...
come back to me...
come home to me...
