Prelude

Stars, they will eventually cease to exist And all the nightmares I once had Are vast What was once a great misfortune Shall burn its way to dust And how the dance of our breaths Will valce one last time Under the ray of pale moonlight Our steps will trod the floor They will trod the floor with rhyme And upon each trace we leave A new tree will embark with frets Breathing its own existence But following our steps Following, following our steps Breathing its own existence But following our steps