The Moon
The relic of an ancient magic
An unknown beholder in the black eternal sea
A portrait
Penitent yet tragic
Casting a sentient spell on the darkness in tranquillity
A mantra of archaic tongue
Muttered in seductive glance
An overdue bidding from beyond
Yield to the dreams, we succumb to the chance
With wyvern fire we burn
Paving the path to the stars
As humble pilgrims we are bound to return
On this solemn parade of ours
The void
This perennial maelstrom
Puritanically sublime
A magnificent desolation
Ushers us in
Amidst dunes to a pristine ceremony
Where time stands still
Forever
Nevermore a soliloquy to the skies
"Look at that face! Do you think we'll ever go there?"
"Oh I know we will. It's our dream to conquer the skies. Humankind is destined to be one with the universe, and we will touch the stars..."
With wyvern fire we burn
Paving the path to the stars
As humble pilgrims we are bound to return
On this solemn parade of ours
Thunderdrum smites the whirling dust
As the darkness concerts its silence
A surge of one last blazing gust
Surrenders us to the surface
A lustrous marble paints the horizon
On the verge of eternity
A serrated world, lifeless and bygone
The gateway to our grand destiny