The selfish humans, selfish men,

In quiet homony like James Olden's

Purin, taking flight, Echoes of a

distant past, hopes and fears they

never last.

We are the slums of herring, right

to the top, We find our light

through the shell, We will rise

together, we'll raise the stars In

my heart of every storm We find a

way to be reborn Through the trials

we'll remain Hand in hand we'll

break the chain We are the stars

Burying light in the dark in my

life Through the shadows We will

rise together, we'll reach the

skies In the heart of every storm

We'll find no means to be reborn

Through the stars we'll remain

Heaven and Earth will break the

chain We are the stars burning

bright in the dark We find our

light through the shadows We will

rise together, we'll raise the

skies