Ingalrian

Oprane moves away, Ingalrian takes us away,
Far away from the humans chasing after us.
The charred plains spread to infinity,
current takes us away to the Perturbatio!
Gabrielus rests at the end of the nave,
a red corolla growing on his heart.

Remains of the Angels' massacre...
Behind the magical ruins, monstrous creatures are spying on us...
Carry on, carry on, to save Adrana's prophecy!
The clouds become heavier,
the waters swing furiously,
and then there is Prusias,
fallen ghosts haunting its flying ruins.

The charred plains spread to infinity,
current takes us away to the Dark Woods!
Gabrielus rests at the end of the nave,
a red corolla growing on his heart.