Run

Across the deserts, through the rain,

We chase the vision, break the chain.

From the darkness into the dawn,

A new day's light, a path is drawn.

Run, run, run through the whispering gray,

Run, run, through the night and day

In the stillness of the ancient grove,

We hear the call, the spirits' rove.

From chrysalis to wings of flight,

Transfigure in the moon’s soft light.

Run, run, run through the whispering gray,

Run, run, through the night and day