Warm afternoon fading, two suns sinking low
Behind ancient trees where the old winds blow
Salazar stands weary, air still in his hands
A warrior's fatigue, but pride in his glance
His grandson watches, eyes wide with wonder
From a stone by the clearing, under skies of thunder

Come here, Raphael, the old voice calls so gentle
He reaches in his tunic, worn by years of battle
Two small haladies, balanced, shining bright
Ivory handles carved with runes in fading light
They belonged to your mother, his voice rough yet strong
She danced with them daily, where she learned right from wrong

A wave of warmth and sorrow fills the young boy's chest
Cold steel in his palms, yet they feel like home at last
Why now, grandfather? He whispers through the haze
The elder smiles softly, through the mist of bygone days

These blades carry her spirit, light as the breeze
Sharp as the love that never truly leaves
We're descendants of Aeros, the strongest wind that blows
True power lies not in steel, but the heart that knows
Oh, the heart that knows

Use them with honor, train hard every dawn
Combine with your gifts, let the legacy live on
She's gone from this world, but these blades keep her near
A bridge through the silence, from past to future clear

Raphael grips them tighter, energy starts to flow
The wind seems to whisper, respecting what they hold
A promise in his eyes, I'll train every day
The old man nods with pain and hope lighting the way

These blades carry her spirit, light as the breeze
Sharp as the love that never truly leaves
We're descendants of Aeros, the strongest wind that blows
True power lies not in steel, but the heart that knows!

These blades carry her spirit, rising high!
Light as the breeze that dances through the sky!
Descendants of Aeros, the wind that never dies
With heart and with honor, we'll touch the open skies!
We'll touch the open skies!

Legacy lives on, through the blades and the bond
From loss comes the fire, hope carries us on
Salazar and Raphael, side by side at dusk
The future is calling, in the wind's quiet trust