Loveless

Gift of the Goddess
There are no dreams, no honor remains
LOVELESS...
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
to find the end of the journey
n my own salvation and your eternal dream

The wind sails over the water's surface, quietly, but surely
infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
LOVELESS...
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess