STEREO

A new age dawns o’er the mountain of dreams; The children of the sun must climb alone. Carefully, they trace their steps in mud To rebuild Avalon without crown or throne.

Icarus leads the front line force, Holding back the spears of time. The enemies’ shadows tower over their souls; The bells in the tower begin to chime.

Through the trees and whispering wind, The songbirds’ call forged a path toward peace. Wonder’s army wears flowers in their hair. From an eternal battle, they seek release. The fallen crowd the roads of time; The longing bring the buried back. The hermit sends them all alway; The weak are picked off from the pack.