A long time ago, there was a place known as the safe havens. One big piece of land that was guarded by eye of heaven, hugged by the calmness of the ocean. When the wind blew, the trees would whisper and dance, while the grass hissed; harmonizing as though playing in an orchestra. The clear blue skies accompanied by the flapping of the wings of flocks of birds signified freedom in enchantment. A world filled with so peace or so known as the "Promised Land." Being in such a perfect world or just maybe too perfect, the world that belonged soon fell apart. Devoured by war, their meaningless fights to so call prevail peace; yet its chaos they seek. Many pleaded for this nightmare to end, but or so to say, this is just a dream. Every life to every breath we take; who knows it may just be an illusion or dream of another. Yet Someday the dream will end.
Guide the world to ruins
solidify their hate as one,
Cast chaos by the crimson moon,
Play the harmony with the sun,
Flap your wings and fly,
to the distant lands,
Where none can see with their eyes
Come Forth Oh Orchestrion
Build a new world with your harmony..
oh Orchestration
