When time seems to loom endless cycles,
When all hopes and stars remain fabled,
All i wish is to rid my shackles
And run at the edge of the world.
World blown in a gentle dew,
Plunged in an everlasting coma,
Will rise and bloom flowers anew
Despite the omnipresent miasma.
When Elara runs out of tears,
And Nahar is drenched in fears,
Another Heir will rise, and shine
To make us cease our decline.
We will almost feel settled,
Like if it was our fate.
But at the edge of the World
Lies a much darker threat.
When all hopes and stars remain fabled,
All i wish is to rid my shackles
And run at the edge of the world.
World blown in a gentle dew,
Plunged in an everlasting coma,
Will rise and bloom flowers anew
Despite the omnipresent miasma.
When Elara runs out of tears,
And Nahar is drenched in fears,
Another Heir will rise, and shine
To make us cease our decline.
We will almost feel settled,
Like if it was our fate.
But at the edge of the World
Lies a much darker threat.
