You walk where the metal grows cold.
The stories of Ingris unfold.
You touch the dead soil with your hand.
A stranger inside of this land.
Like Monarda blooming in gray.
You carve out a brand new highway.
The Colossus looms in the haze.
You navigate through the dark maze.
Rise up from the deep iron floor.
Open the lock on the door.
Breath in the electric blue air.
Find the lost spark in the glare.
The Vulgis are thorns in the side.
There is no more place left to hide.
You prune every branch of the blight.
To bring back the natural light.
Rise up from the deep iron floor.
Open the lock on the door.
Breath in the electric blue air.
Find the lost spark in the glare.
Rooted in steel and in bone.
Building a kingdom alone.
Wait for the flower to break.
Wait for the sleeper to wake.
Sow the seeds in the digital rain.
Wash away all of the old pain.
The Albions hold the gold key.
Setting the trapped spirit free.
Your power is like a wild vine.
Crossing the hazardous line.
The garden of war starts to bloom.
Breaking the cycle of doom.
Rise up from the deep iron floor.
Open the lock on the door.
Breath in the electric blue air.
Find the lost spark in the glare.
Deep in the iron root.
Taste the electric fruit.
Wake up the seed.
