Young Heretics

Send out a sound for the wood between the worlds
Gently repeat as the boundaries start to swirl
Keep to the call that is twice now liminal
It’s not the same where the trails lead to the outer regions
Echoes from the otherworld turn horizons into endless ever present
Echoes, many other worlds true horizon start to turn
Numberless names with the force of the ninth wave
Keep to the call that’s repeated in the outer regions
Echoes from the otherworld turn the horizon into endless ever present
Echoes, many other worlds true horizon makes the endless ever
Echoes reflect and change, they serenade
Echoes reflect and change, they serenade
Echoes from the otherworld turn the horizon into endless ever present
Echoes, many other worlds true horizon makes the endless ever
Echoes reflect and change, they serenade
Echoes reflect and change, they serenade
They serenade
They seranade