In order to find our lost paradise
Among the Iliad of flowers
Ilya is in search of life
A single flower sways listening to a voice flowing through the wind
Moonlight shimmers on the path the rose of versailles walks
It's because were weak that we seek to be stronger
A chronicle which we embrace that embarks our path
As individuals free of temptation we walk
On a path towards our graves
Striving for a brighter light
We unite our strengths
With the friends we meet along the way
Leading towards a path of tomorrow
As we listen to neptunes call on the high sea
Towards Chronos touch.
Ghosts on a path to nowhere
