In the breast of the sky,
I saw them gathered in flight,
casting down their enveloping aura,
as leaves would fall,
it touched my every pore
The kindest words of echonian tongue
no longer fell on deaf ears
and I could feel their joy
as it carried me into the clouds
And for six days and six nights,
I was as they were
I too spoke in echonian tongue
and sang the songs of Byzantium
As Midas had with touch,
I was granted with a vision,
as a gold world embraced me and
kissed my soul
I was alive then