JensT - Towards the Heart of the Planet (Symphonic Deathcore Version)

The neon lights die in the Midgar night,
the wind sings faintly across the plain.
Cloud stands still with his heavy sword,
carrying memories from another world.
Tifa ties her gloves, ready for the dance of battle,
Barret mutters over the radio – giving it another chance.
And the whisper of the dream still burns within him:
A voice in the Lifestream… calling again.

Towards the heart of the planet we advance,
through the vaults of mist where it all began once.
We carry the light, we carry hope in our hand,
in a world of memories, magic and song.
What was lost shall be regained,
in the realm of shadows where the fragments strike.
Until the voice of the planet can rest again –
it is we who stand and endure.

Red XIII speaks quietly of the traces of troops,
“Shinra carries magic older than we reach.”
Aerith closes her eyes – hears the planet's lament clearly,
“What has awakened now… it must not remain.”
They walk north where the fog is thick,
where the ground trembles with an old secret.
And from the shadows steps someone who should not be there –
a face Cloud remembers from all he once was.

“Is it you, is it a shadow, or the memory of my friend?
Zack, tell me why the stars burn so again?”
But time does not stop while the heart beats,
for Shinra's soldiers are waiting – and the battle rages on

Towards the heart of the planet we advance,
through the vaults of mist where it all began once.
We carry the light, we carry hope in our hands,
in a world of memories, magic and song.
What was lost shall be regained,
in the realm of shadows where the fragments strike.
Until the voice of the planet rests again –
we are the ones who remain and endure.

The container cracks – the world changes color,
the primordial matter shines like a burning mountain.
A heart of the planet, shattered but remaining,
a force that can change all that is and was.
The Zack-like figure takes a step back,
“I saved you once – and must do it again.”
Cloud raises the sword, feels the lock of memory,
in the storm of light he disappears – in an echo of a promise, despite everything they saw.

Aerith whispers: “This was only the beginning.”
Tifa smiles faintly: “We heard the planet’s sorrow.”
Barret mutters, but still goes first,
and Red XIII follows the trail in the earth’s pulse.
In the crater a path of glow opens,
a path down into the world’s common breast.
And Cloud turns to the dying night:
“If he is my friend… then I follow his voice.”

Towards the heart of the planet we advance,
where memories and futures meet in the same song.
We carry the fire, we carry the strength in our hand,
and every step we take makes the darkness less crowded.

What was lost shall be regained,
in the deep tides where the primal force beats.
Until the voice of the planet is allowed to rest again –
it is we who remain and endure.
Yes, we remain… and we endure.

Midgar becomes a memory in a dawning day.
And the heroes walk without hesitation, without a fight.
For when the planet calls, those who hear answer:
A new tale is born in the heart of darkness – and the adventure begins here.