エスケープ 〜次元の狭間オメガ:アルファ編〜

A drifting tender

Come ride, heroes, ride

Her galleon severed

Away with the tide

The stormheads gather

Come ride, heroes, ride

Illusions scattered

Away with the tide

Why

Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait

Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape

Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades

Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken

Ancient echoes

Come ride, heroes, ride

In deafening silence

Away with the tide

A wave of hazard

Come ride, heroes, ride

A-whorling inward

Away with the tide

Time

Stellar stories starward bestrewn

Slipping sidewise, see, they're snakes

Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss

Missing aughts and crossing fates

Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake

To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken

Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a road that is borrowed

Design, through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow

Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final

Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to the primal

A drifting tender

Come ride, heroes, ride

Her galleon severed

Away with the tide

The stormheads gather

Come ride, heroes, ride

Illusions scattered

Away with the tide

Why

Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait

Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape

Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades

Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken

Ancient echoes

Come ride, heroes, ride

In deafening silence

Away with the tide

A wave of hazard

Come ride, heroes, ride

A-whorling inward

Away with the tide

Time

Stellar stories starward bestrewn

Slipping sidewise, see, they're snakes

Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss

Missing aughts and crossing fates

Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake

To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken

Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a road that is borrowed

Design, through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow

Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final

Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to the primal

Time

Design

Tonight

Their lies