The Gates - Rinoa

We fell into rhythm beneath a raging glory

We marched in oblivion, silent of all sounds

Lucid visions of the great odyssey

Our faith among this land of fire

He took the reins and flew to the west

We watched with joy untill the terrain changed

Swans grazed the sky and held the last remaining light

Hearts beat with life and exples out into the night

Immersed deep in those fiery eyes