Let the burden of bitterness, The curse of Sidony be lifted, Isgarren, in joyous company, Together in Castora. Servant of Tyria, he forgoes perfection, May his reputation be restored, His position freely given, his perception sharpened, This eternal grudge lifts from him. Who stands at the gate, Who volunteers to watch over all, Standing above the ground, Watching, ever waiting. Isgarren, the father, rejoices, Back straightened by determination, The weight of the sky he will carry. This solitude ceased, finite. The seer of all stands conquered, The heavy sky shall oppress him no more. So speaks Minna, So it is written, so it will be done.