Flyer, we going higher
Through the window
This is the desire
My lover, we are on the island
Were power meets the elementals
It’s when the desert needs rain
When water needs the flames
When tree become lumber
Turn your eyes to the hope
Your mind to the desire
Your feet’s to heaven
Your hands to the storm
And you will reach it soon
See it white
When its night
See it white
When you feel the fight
My flyer, we going higher
Over the nine fires
We are the fighters
Evening star will guide
And it will be fine
This time
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