I made it here
Through the maze and past the guards
Led solely by
The sound of her haunting song
She taught it to me and
Now I can fly wherever I choose
I skipped the stairs with
Hook-shot in hand
My mission here is to finish what you started
Beware of the wolves and
The shadows on the ceiling
They belong to no one
I will put the ghosts back in their frame
I will put the ghosts back in their frame
I will come of age
You become a sage
I will come of age
You become a sage