We cross the still waters of acheron
And bid farewell to the sepulchral stare of charon beyond the restless calm
Where the father of time awaits
Nothingness dies; an oath of blood reawakens our fate
In elysian plains where the winds of redemption blow
From burning cinders of myrrh and stygian shores we arise
Caressed by the willow's whispers and the firefly's glow
The glory of our new jerusalem radiates in the pale moon shine
Shine my light.. Shine... Oh, shine...
Our voices roar like the rage of the windstorm
Re-writing scripts of dreams long forgone
Chasing solar chariots blazing through the sky
Reaching for the light that blinds the dragon's eye
Like the amaranth that blooms far in amber stream meadows; we are forever immortal
Rejoicing we rejoice in the splendour of the untainted crown; his temple is forever eternal
The bringer of death takes flight in awe; scorned and forlorn
Ending the bane of the cold winter gloom; behold the genesis of the re-born
Our voices roar like the rage of the windstorm
Re-writing scripts of dreams long forgone
Chasing solar chariots blazing through the sky
Reaching for the light that blinds the dragon's eye
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