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The dirge of old will leave behind

A song sung for the longest time

Through the endless void

A journey to the depths of old

As the fragile wings

Carry deeper into the dreams

Among the waters of beneath

And the secrets that they keep

Through the depthless waves of enmity

As the stars over me weep

A tiny ray of light

A memory of joys gone by

As the fragile wings

Draw a path between the winds

Far with the fox sprite of the heights

The pale ancestral lights

Reflecting the light so bright and cold

Guiding me through the times untold

I ask them and the birds that fly

For the wisdom born from the sky

I ask them all to draw a line

To the gates of the ageless shine…

The gates

They open before my eyes

The realms of the ancient times

To open the gates of light

Let the undying flame burn bright

The lights are gone

The stars hollow

Just a tiny spark to light the fire

To blaze a way to the sky

I ask you

Oh, god of the sky

I ask you to draw a line

To the gates of ageless shine…

The gates

They open before my eyes

The realms of the ancient times

To open the gates of light

Let the undying flame burn bright

From which our life once came

In it, we shall remain

To winds our forms will fade

But spirits will forever remain