Magenta, Pt. 2: Astral Projection - Ghost Iris

In the beginning there was the void

Slowly, but surely, existence emerged

The light was glowing bright

Brighter than anything

We must come to a halt

And reverse what has been done

Ask questions and further yourself

To break free from the chains

It brought the promises of better days

Because all the world’s a stage

Let a thousand flowers bloom

The color of Magenta

Blazes in the radiant light

It will penetrate and illuminate the night

None of the fright, which used to occupy our minds

Will be present, for this is a new beginning

A start of epic proportions

This will be the one for the books

In dream worlds only metaphysical thoughts exists

Astral projection is the only way out

Nothing but doubt clouds our minds

Break free from the chains

Of the torrent of the flow

Forward thinking is essential

We are merely players

We have our exits and our entrances

In the hall of fame, of life

It brought the promises of better days

Because all the world’s a stage

Let a thousand flowers bloom

The color of Magenta

Blazes in the radiant light

It will penetrate and illuminate the night

In the beginning there was the void

Slowly, but surely

Dock your vessels at the skyharbor

Paradise awaits us