Onto you it is written
to fly on the wings of the storm
to bring down the thunder
from the lightening in the sky
onto you it is written
to keep the dream alive
Tides of war that steal the night
bring a hammer to the ground
in a land that has no time
in the imagination's of the lost and found
we stand screaming in the night.
Blood shot eyes that look to the skies
pray beyond the storm
to keep the dream alive
and to fly the on wings of Iccaris
if only for awhile.
Onto you it is written
to keep the dream alive
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