| [00:27.33] |
A drifting tender |
| [00:31.39] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [00:34.93] |
Her galleon severed |
| [00:38.00] |
Away with the tide |
| [00:41.39] |
The storm heads gather |
| [00:44.63] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [00:47.99] |
Illusions scattered |
| [00:51.39] |
Away with the tide |
| [00:54.78] |
Why |
| [00:55.43] |
Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait. |
| [00:58.58] |
Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape. |
| [01:01.49] |
Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades. |
| [01:05.30] |
Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken. |
| [01:07.18] |
Ancient echoes |
| [01:12.20] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [01:15.54] |
In deafening silence |
| [01:18.73] |
Away with the tide |
| [01:22.10] |
A wave of hazard |
| [01:25.29] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [01:28.54] |
A-whorling inward |
| [01:31.79] |
Away with the tide |
| [01:35.39] |
Time |
| [01:36.03] |
Stellar stories starward bestrewn, slipping sidewise; see, they're snakes. |
| [01:38.73] |
Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss--missing aughts and crossing fates. |
| [01:42.06] |
Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake |
| [01:45.34] |
To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken. |
| [01:49.30] |
Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a borrowed design. |
| [01:58.00] |
Through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow. |
| [02:02.00] |
Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final. |
| [02:09.00] |
Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to primal. |
| [02:17.00] |
A drifting tender |
| [02:20.53] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [02:24.15] |
Her galleon severed |
| [02:27.15] |
Away with the tide |
| [02:30.78] |
The storm heads gather |
| [02:33.97] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [02:37.25] |
Illusions scattered |
| [02:40.53] |
Away with the tide |
| [02:44.05] |
Why |
| [02:44.96] |
Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait. |
| [02:47.38] |
Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape. |
| [02:50.72] |
Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades. |
| [02:54.09] |
Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken. |
| [02:58.00] |
Ancient echoes |
| [03:01.38] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [03:04.71] |
In deafening silence |
| [03:07.97] |
Away with the tide |
| [03:11.41] |
A wave of hazard |
| [03:14.44] |
Come ride, heroes, ride |
| [03:17.97] |
A-whorling inward |
| [03:21.03] |
Away with the tide |
| [03:24.62] |
Time |
| [03:25.06] |
Stellar stories starward bestrewn, slipping sidewise; see, they're snakes. |
| [03:27.87] |
Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss--missing aughts and crossing fates. |
| [03:31.22] |
Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake |
| [03:34.50] |
To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken. |
| [03:38.40] |
Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a borrowed design. |
| [03:47.00] |
Through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow. |
| [03:51.00] |
Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final. |
| [03:58.36] |
Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to primal. |
| [04:05.30] |
Try, |
| [04:11.91] |
design. |
| [04:18.49] |
Tonight, |
| [04:25.07] |
Their lies. |
