At Storm'S Edge
Aetherian
6:31As he delves underneath Deep into the burrows Searching the foundations To unearth the stones Discovered the gates They pose a monumental task They stand unbreakable The stone's marrow becomes apparent His quest remains futile As long as the essence Cannot be acquired A distant dream Calls for him To soar from the deep A distant dream Past the echoes of woe The lack of affinity adorns him He deems the harvest will never come His bereavement stemming From a rooted deprivation I'll find a way, my way I'll free myself from this pain He grabs his hammer Devotion in his eyes He raises his hand And strikes The light spreads across the darkened halls His wings now carry him from shore to shore The chains are broken, by feathers replaced A flight across the mountains and waves