The light of a white sun enlights a new day
As the long longed planet appears in our way
It's crystalline waters leave us no doubt
It is this the heaven they told us about
And as we librate, embracing the air
Staring at moonlight when night reaches our eyes
Wide marble white doors stand high before us
With creatures of pure light realising that we were
Waiting for timeless cold hours
Waiting for angels to
Come down from heavens and open the gates
Light lightens up as the mind follows
Intricate roads of the
Path to Zenalia
The vision was true, the city is near
And we were not foolish believing it was real
Leaving the doubt, the spirit now clear
We lighten our hearts that were filled up with fear
Meeting again, with those who first left
Beginning the journey we laughed at
And like pathfinders they show us the way
With voices of pure light announcing that we were
Waiting for timeless cold hours
Waiting for angels to
Come down from heavens and open the gates
Light lightens up as the mind follows
Intricate roads of the
Path to Zenalia