When I'm gone, will you love me the same as you did?
Will you call me your Child, your Dear?
When I'm gone, will you miss me, or gladly be rid
of this child you once held so near?

Mother, I'm Mina, e'en after I've gone.
Father, don't leave me, please don't go away.
Please, watch me when I come home here at dawn.
Please don't end it all, please love me today.

Nina, my sister, I've missed you so long.
I always will answer your voice.
I pray that you won't think I've done something wrong,
but I won't let you make this your choice.

To myself I bid goodbye.
On glorious winds I soon shall fly.
I leave behind my human kin
to aid the heros, help them win
for in the end it matters not
where on the battlefield I fought
I spare my sister, take her place
for she is quicker, in this race.
And she alone may end the jinx
which causes the most dreadful links
from blackened wings to burning fire.
But now I act, before I tire.

And now that I'm gone, do you love me the same?
Do you call me your Child, your Dear?
Now I'm gone, do you miss me, or now are you rid
of a child you never held near?

...of a child who ne'er brought a tear?