I see a vision of netherworld,

A vision full of green and blue

Where the wild roses grow on a mountain high,

Beneath a purple coloured sky.

I see a vision of a never withering earth

circled by miracles from far away,

No dust in the wind

The air full of life,

that is taken by the blind.

It′s no secret,

Those leaves will liquefy

Scattered to the four winds

Until the night passes by.

It's no mystery,

that the shadows gape open,

like a cut between the nights of a day without daylight,

that will blur in itself.

It is a prophecy,

that we will drown in the mirrors of a world beyond abyss,

that will drag you and soar deep and away.

I saw my Neverland

It is a prophecy,

that we will drown in the mirrors of a world beyond abyss,

that will drag you and soar deep and away.

I saw my Neverland,

with dripping drops in the crowns.