Fly my son fly. Fly far away. Where the hills were never grey, now fly. Fly my son. Crossing the great divide. Spread your wings and fly, searching the sky. And as the trembling winds will carry you. Sprung by the deep endless nothingness. The sky will be, your extasy. You fool. You insignificant insect. You will now burn. You'll feel the wrath of Helios. Oh father, what have I done? I got lost into infinity… the gravity. Gravity, gravity hurts my lungs. My wings are melting. Now the abyss awaits me and the ocean will be, my secret grave. I will now meet the octopus. Poseidon take me into your tides. Take me into your tides. And as the days will grow darker... the sea will carry away the memory. Of a brave foolish boy that once believed... he can rise up to the chin of the gods. His feathers are scattered by the four winds... and his body lays deep beneath the waters. Remembering us of the first mortal... who dared to fly, without fear, without hope. Higher than the sun... higher than the stars.