The beauties of the skies,
where our souls reside.
No one will ever know.
No shadow will ever show.

It's the beauty of the skies
where the winds help us glide
To our dreams unknown,
No matter where we go.

It's simple,
this story.
The bounds
make us holy....
Inside....

The timid grounds,
that lay around,
Noooo!
Nothing sane anymore!

It's simple,
this story.
The bounds
make us holy...
Inside...

It's the beauties of the skies,
where our souls reside.
No one will ever know.
No shadow will ever show.

It's nothing like before.
We aren't lost anymore.
So let the light guide us,
to the road of the almighty...

Tonight....