In light upon a purple lamp upon the breeze of chance, in flight of our accomplishments the endless seas will dance. Beneath the moonlit sails we glide upon the currents wake we ride north east upon the beast in light we will create. In host, we form the words are born upon the wings of night in verse upon the ghosts recalled upon the spirits flight. In voice upon the whispering shadows starlit seas are cast upon a tide of endless dreams we’ve travelled in the past. Upon a wish, we will persist upon a wave of change upon our journeys in the east the shadows will be strange. Within the drifting shades that stretch upon the ripples cast we slept before the daylight in the shadows of the past.