Oh glory of that heavenly past..
Shine a light of hope on me..
The mystic void calls louder..
Louder than deafening thunder..
The void calls louder..
Forests of ever-lasting bliss waved their goodbye that century..
Who I am is swept away..
Swept away into the depths of the unknown..
Mystic void can't fathom this..
Although it had its numerous attempts..
Attempts of understanding the torching silence..
Silence in the eyes of heaven..
The silence then brought the real anger of the believing spirits..
The anger that rose upon the most devilish of all..
The whisking flowery ghosts are weary now..
Where will they rest..
Where will they rest..
Where will they rest..
Oh glory of that heavenly past..
Shine a light of hope on me..
The mystic void calls louder than deafening thunder..
It catches the perks of phantom rivers..
Rivers that once happily lived..
The eyes of heaven shall redeem the lost ones..
The lost souls of all those who believe..
The mystic void crumbles down..
Into the ocean of forgotten water..
Mystic void will transform..
Will drive back to its home..
That very irreplaceable home..
Oh glory of that heavenly past..
Shine a light of hope on me..
The mystic void calls louder..
Louder than deafening thunder..
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