Verse 1:
Clear day for an easy sailing,
through the floating ether.
Reflection of the sea,
truly a sight to behold.
Tameless land of forever,
of ivory-white and azure.
Verse 2:
Clear way for an effortless gliding,
breaking down the border, and in we go.
Electric ecstasy to yield, as we wander wide,
soon after we raised the sovereign sword,
an icon to impress, an emblem to respect.
An age-old Brigade of Wanton, charging for the Wonderland,
tameless land of ebony-black and gold.
Verse 3:
So forget about this sorry place,
and come with me into the unknown.
An epic quest indeed, to reach the Throne.
For it's here and only here, you won't be alone
amidst floating heights and pure delights,
embellishments glimmer with many a silver lining.
Crescendo with fine finish of colour-spectra crests.
Verse 4:
Yes it's here and only here,
you'll be born again.
So don't pretend the search,
it don't wash with me,
so just open your eyes.
And learn to see for yourself.
This, the key, to unlock fixed wings,
with a bow and a prayer, you shall sieze.
As you gaze at the awe-enchanted diadems
of Seraphim, Love, and Union.
Chorus:
And it's then and only then,
you'll be born on the wing.
For to fashion an Elysia song to sing,
you'll be born on the wing,
for to fashion a silvern sword to sting!
you'll be born on the wing.
Born in the air, born on the wind -
yes, you'll be born on the wing!
Verse 5:
Realm of the mother to us all,
and it's nature not nurture,
that moulds and weighs our fate.
Helm's were maiden's string the harp,
with their flowing tresses not, to encroach her
for they have told us, that were not too late.
Realm of the father to us all,
and it's fate not fortune,
that moulds and weighs our state.
Aries and Leo parade about the deck of dreamer's,
with the Lion's flowing locks,
and the Lamb's bleeting cry. And you cannot yet
approach them, for they have told us that we will
never, regret this endeavour.
Verse 6:
Sons of Teresaeus,
Daughters of Clytemnestra.
Husbands to Meed,
Wives to Greed.
If they shall follow us behind,
we'll just stamp stamp on their feet,
until they lose all grasp and then -
fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall!
Verse 7:
Now that it's all said, we shall adopt
the greatest challenge ever yet thought.
Begin the trek to the highest mountain.
End the wrek of the lowest fountain.
Startle the spirit, to swing over the threshold.
Finish-off the scripture, to bring smoulders
to the fire, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Embers to spark and flickers to flame.
Chorus (repeat):
And it's then and only then,
you'll be born on the wing.
For to fashion an Elysia song to sing,
you'll be born on the wing,
for to fashion a silvern sword to sting!
you'll be born on the wing.
Born in the air, born on the wind -
yes, you'll be born on the wing!
Verse 8:
Dear pay for an easy price,
through the claps of thunder.
Refraction of the best belief,
truly a might to reckon with.
Fearless sands of Nevermore,
of pure-passion and sacred-secure.
Verse 9:
Clear way for an effortless gliding,
breaking down the order and in we flow.
Concentric apathy to shield as we wander wide,
soon after we raised the suzerain shield.
An icon to repress, an emblem to oppress.
An age-old Chivalrade of Wanton,
marching for the Sundryland,
tameless land of jet-gypsum and silver.
Verse 10:
Dear price for an easy grade,
through the strobes of lightening.
Retraction of the worst deceits,
truly a might to beckon with.
Joyful cries of the Aftermath,
of sure-sense and passive-pain.
Verse 11:
Yes it's here and only here,
you'll be born again.
So don't defend the pretense,
it don't wash with me,
so just open your mind.
And learn to see for yourself.
This, the key, to unlock fixed wings,
with a bow and a prayer, you shall sieze.
As you gaze at the awe-enchanted diadems
of Seraphim, Love, and Union.
Chorus (2nd repeat):
And it's then and only then,
you'll be born on the wing.
For to fashion an Elysia song to sing,
you'll be born on the wing,
for to fashion a silvern sword to sting!
you'll be born on the wing.
Born in the air, born on the wind -
yes, you'll be born on the wing!
