Harmonies nor boundless planes
spheres as ill as souring blades

e-manating bright as glory
Those who strode for faith nor merit.

Ravaging the night within (the ninth)
hemisphere(s) where we leech in

swiftly gone as been before
saving honor and ideals (ideals/or belief)


Vigor schools told every heir (of)
fortitude and piety

great ideals, pure honor
no redemption to achieve

Centuries and disbelief will
lead this race to hellish grief

Will there be a revelation
Pleasing and unveiling minds?


Aeon High
they soar by
across the sky

Aeon High
they come by
untill they die