Echoes linger in these halls of the time.

Fading spells are closing eyes.

We can, we will, the power of names.

For fire, fear and endless stings.

Every scar a story told, but even legends can rule.

Had once trembling now they're strong, they will carry what lives on.

Different faces same belief -- magic lies beyond reach.

We learn to stand, we learn to fall through the darkness when it cold, now we turn and pass this.

Trusting them to guard, the name.

The nights is long, the dawn is near.

Hoping is long, but dawn is near, hoping is louder than our fear.

The old chapter finds its end, the story breathes again.

It's hard to let go, but we still believe.

What's meant to rise will always rise.

This is the changing of the age , but new like steps onto the stage.

Believe my magic in their hands so it can grow.

So it's concede.

Every ending starts softly, as they bring new Air.

The person lives on involved, we give.

This is the changing of the age , on bright fire, why again.

We walked away but not alone -- our dreams says have the song.

From our goodbye hope remains, this is a new era, not in vain.

But I'd though song but never leave.