From the secret lands, where clouds never float,
I sail through the mist in my scarlet boat.

From the sacred waters, where dreams use to lie,
I begin my journey, I aim for the sky.

Through shadows and light, with wings made of clay,
I always move forward, I don’t tend to stay.

Through sadness and laughter, with shield made of my mind,
I conquer unknown, but you I cannot find.

Falling, failing, fading.
Blaming, burning, blazing.

The scarlet boat is my new sun.
What once was done, can’t be undone.