I'm flying on a wave of silk, crusing

Through a

Forest dream

The smell of wood in the air, grasping

My sense in a sensual flair.



In the eye of the storm, my flyer is born!



[Chorus]

King of the mighty sea!

Crusing on my flyer dream!

No agony, just liberty my soul is free!



Surfing on a silver stream

Loosing my heart to scream!

No agony, just liberty

I'm finally free!



The endless water seemed to lift my

Dreams into a endless eternity

Whoever may cross my waves, my flyer

Will ride on their water streams



In the Eyes of the storm, my flyer is born!