Illusion

[Verse 1]
Arose of our inanition,
we answer the final summon.
All deaths are through self-destruction.
Ensuring death with addiction,
curbing all their aspirations.
It calms their doubts, not the reasons,
confusing their comprehension
and then their cooperation.

[Chorus]
But as for us, we sing and dance.
In tune are mine and your consciences.
In our legs and arms interlaces,
within we count each of the paces.

[Verse 2]
The ordeal draw the distinction
of a goal and its completion.
All objectives will rely on
some labour, and our abstractions
only hint to its description.
In that conquest, we are tracking down.
In this challenge, we alight on
and remedy our conceptions.

[Chorus]
Pressing tightly in face to face,
we soak our dreams and confidences.
It's only in bolero dance
that our tender step sheets get sketched.

[Verse 3]
With fearlessness and precautions,
going to our fascinations,
mapping our deeds and completion,
straight towards fresh inspirations.
Mourning a previous illusion,
refining our world map icon,
and both our aims and provisions,
we are weaving good conclusions.

[Pre-Outro]
But above all, in defeats and downfalls, lay new hopes.
There is no goal or obstacle worthwhile without hope.

[Finale]
-Now, with all of your might, hold me!
"Horsemen! Air, Fire, Sea and Earth,"
-I'm holding you tight! Claw in me!
"Knights by order of Aether!
Liberate us from illusions!"