Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Breath of Sorrow ❯ And Time Crawled, Stopped, and Stood Still ( Chapter 6 )

The first part of this chapter is based on Inner Universe by Origa. The words are at the end of this chapter for your convenience. And for the record, I translated the song MYSELF seeing as how I do speak Russian fluently. (God, I'm arrogant.) Please look up the song and listen to it. It's amazing.

 

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The sun rose over the horizon of Tokyo, setting the glass buildings on fire, making the sky sing with the promise of a new day. On top of the Capsule Corp building, a small girl sat, watching the sun rise with a hint of wonder in her onyx eyes. This was her own tradition, and everyone knew it, but it seemed that it was rare that she had company for the rising of the sun every morning. She ran a slender hand over her head, making sure her bandana was still in place, and she stood to her feet.

 

Standing on a ledge not more than a foot wide, the strangely beautiful girl began a series of kata that took her body to the edge of the building and back again, her body soon showing a sheen of sweat over tanned, bronze skin stretched over lean muscles like silk over steel. As she took her stance and repeated a series of flowing blocks, she slipped into a familiar fluid movement of her arms, practicing the flow of her ki, pushing the energy from hand to hand.

 

As she brought a hand directly in front of her and raised it above her head in an arc, and a bright orange ki began to flow from her body, flaring around her, sending her hair standing on end, still dark and glossy. Her eyes shut in concentration as her power crackled around her, caressing her skin, rising with the sun, and she opened her eyes, and screamed. As a darkened rage pounded through her small body, she felt the tips of her toes tingle with a sudden overflow of energy, and she pushed herself to impossible exertion.

 

To the blue eyes that watched the scene with careful and precise appraisal, the sight was exotically beautiful and wild, while the rage inside the girl made the experience darkened and dangerous. When she gazed at the girl in question, Diana did not see malice or hatred. Only a righteous, unfathomable rage, and she closed her eyes in appreciation as the rage was released in a single, breathtaking scream that sent sparks flying through her body at the feeling of the rising energy.

 

When the girl felt her power drain, frustration flowed through her body, but it was too late to utilize it. As her ki died down around her, she fell to her knees and slammed her fists into the roofing with an anguished and enraged cry. “Damn it!” The celestial girl stared down at the concrete roofing in front of her with anger. “Why can't I just change? What the hell am I doing wrong?”

 

The sheer anger in the girl's body took Diana by surprise. She could feel her momentarily reach a state that she'd never felt before, but just as the girl had achieved it, she had slipped from the perch, and her power had been exhausted. Now, as she clenched perfect hands into iron fists, she looked to the sky, and in a strained, angry, furious whisper, she swore her wrath to the only man to ever abandon her. “I will be stronger than you…and I won't leave my family!”

 

Diana was not prone to watching people when they had ceased actions of interest, but it just seemed that this beautiful, powerful girl…this child…had caught her interest so strongly that she couldn't look away. She watched as the beautiful creature made her way to her feet shakily, and she felt the roof tremor underneath her feet as the girl began to gather the energy again, and this time, the eyes did not shut in concentration. As the ki flared around her, her eyes flashed emerald and then back to onyx, making Diana's blue eyes widen in amazement.

 

What power did this girl possess that it would make her very appearance change? A scream started in the chest of the girl, and as it tumbled off her lips, the energy levels around her became so powerful that Diana could feel her blood boiling in aggression, and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins thickly. She was entranced as if though she were watching a horrible car accident or the slaughter of innocents. The rage was terrible and horrifying that it broke through her haze and gripped her heart, reminding her exactly where her insanity lurked.

 

“Beautiful, isn't she?” Vegeta's voice scared her so badly that she almost hit him, but she restrained herself from looking at him, choosing instead to stare at the girl who was amassing unbelievable amounts of energy. Vegeta's dark eyes seemed stoic, and he almost spoke sadly. “She does this every morning. She wants to surpass her teacher, and yet, even if she does, it won't matter.”

 

Diana watched the girl, and she gasped as the dark, raven hair began to stand on end and flash blonde. The girl suddenly gave a terrifying scream, and her power level burst to amazing levels, making the hair on the back of the blue eyed woman's neck stand up eerily. “What did she just do?” She stared at Vegeta next to her who didn't seem surprised by the strange transformation.

 

There, below the observatory, on the roof of Capsule Corp stood the most beautiful woman that Diana had ever seen in her life. The deep, doe-like onyx eyes were now a flashing emerald, and the raven hair that had flowed with the wind like a sheet of silk now stood on end, spiked, and blonde, crackling with energy. Then, the girl moved, taking one step after another across the room to the ledge, looking down on Tokyo like an immortal angel with a vendetta against life.

 

“It's a mark of our race. Only the strongest can ascend. It is a pentacle of control and power. It is ultimate rage and ultimate supremacy, and this girl is only a quarter of our blood.” Vegeta almost spoke lovingly about the beauty, and Diana turned her attention back to the girl who didn't even seem to notice the transformation as she screamed in rage. The prince spoke again, his voice low and proud. “This is the first time she has ascended, and she doesn't even understand the extent her power.”

 

Diana's pale blue eyes filled with confusion, and she watched as the girl suddenly touched her hair, tested her strength, and then smiled. Vegeta didn't move from his place beside Diana on the far corner of the observation room above the roof, and he nodded nearly in pride as the ground almost shook with every deliberate step that the girl took across the roof towards the middle of the building. She seemed to change from a harmless kitten into a beautiful, prowling panther, her muscles slightly enlarged from the amount of energy and her grace unmatched by anything Diana had ever seen.

 

The girl's hands began to glow a bright, aqua blue as she gathered energy in her palm and sent it to the sky in a might blast with a word that Diana had never heard before. Vegeta snorted in amusement as the girl tested her strength, and he glanced at the female at his side. “She can destroy the world with her power, and yet, because of her upbringing, she will never kill a soul with that power. She chooses instead to be a guardian of this planet, rather than be its destroyer.”

 

“It is an amazing creature that can control her rage to the point that she can force herself to change her rage to goodness as this girl has done.” Vegeta murmured quietly. “And yet, she is the daughter of a low class baka who I pummeled on many occasions. If it came down to her life or mine, she would undoubtedly choose mine. She is just like her baka grandfather in that respect. She would rather die herself than see others perish, and that is a weakness that I unfortunately can not train out of her. That is her bloodline.”

 

Diana had a feeling that Vegeta was making a point to her, but he had yet to say anything absolutely earth shattering to her, so she chose to begin her questions about the girl and this strange `ascension' that Vegeta spoke so proudly of. “Who is that girl?”

 

Vegeta straightened his back. “Son Pan, daughter of Son Gohan, the son of my greatest rival.” He looked out at Pan as she began to make a series of blasts into the sky, testing how far she could now push herself as a super Saiya-jin. He was sure that she was ignoring all the energies around her, but he would take the time to train her later if Gohan refused to.

 

“If she's the granddaughter of your greatest rival, how come you let her train here? Shouldn't you be trying to kill her?” Diana asked with a slight amount of disbelief.

 

“I said he was my rival. I never said that I hated him.” Vegeta answered thoughtfully. Pan's energy was wavering, and he watched as her power drained from her body, leaving her the slight, tom boyish girl from before. She collapsed to her knees, and she looked up to the sky, her onyx eyes bright and proud. Vegeta nodded towards her. “She carried the strength that her grandfather never did. I cannot count how many times she has attempted ascension and failed.”

 

“How many times have you watched her try?” Diana asked quietly. Pan dragged the bandana from her hair and let the raven locks blow gently in the wind, making her look years beyond her age.

 

“Every single morning she has come here.” Vegeta answered. He crossed his arms and watched Pan as she flew off into the sunrise, no doubt heading to the mansion to inform Bra of her achievement in no small amount of smugness. Vegeta sighed. “Do you wish to know about your race, wench, or will you live in ignorance?”

 

Diana realized that in his own way, Vegeta was giving her the option to back out of any responsibility to her blood, but Diana was never one to back away from responsibility. “Tell me what you think I need to know.”

 

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“So, uh, why are we hanging out with Trunks and this chick again?” Pan demanded from Goten as they strode down the hall to the main office. Goten rolled his eyes and explained again for the tenth time.

 

“We were invited out to lunch.”

 

Pan's beautiful eyes registered confusion, and she tilted her head gently. “You and Trunks haven't been talking much for the past week. I haven't even seen him yet. Is everything ok?” Goten's eyes flickered quickly to Pan, and she looked at him expectantly, and instead, she just received a nonchalant shrug.

 

“He's just been busy, Pan-chan.” He explained patiently. She nodded, and they continued down the hall into a series of labs that seemed more like a maze than anything. At Pan's age, boys were always an option to keep her entertained, but as usual, her free time away from the boarding school was spent with Goten and Trunks, and she would have it no other way.

 

Once, Trunks had expressed the worry that she spent too much time with them away from school, and Pan stated the alternative which was to spend time with other boys, and Trunks quickly conceded that spending time with Goten and himself was the best possible course of action. Pan was happy with his decision, although, she grumbled about their constant protection over her while she was away from the `jail' as she so poignantly put it.

 

She had indeed grown into something to covet with beautiful long, silken ebony hair and large doe onyx eyes that sparkled with humor. Although she possessed Gohan's desire for strength, she took more after Videl in her constant patience and compassion for others. Goku's disappearance perhaps had affected the girl most of all out of all that were involved. While all looked to him as a hero, Pan looked to him as a guide and a teacher for all the strange powers that her bloodline brought her. Because of his teaching, she had become very powerful, but never powerful enough to best his greatest rival and friend, Vegeta.

 

When Goku had been swept away by the dragon, Pan had been happy for him…for a while. When she began to realize her training was incomplete, bitterness welled inside of her, but she faced it with grace. While Gohan didn't offer to train her, Goten did his best to teach her to control her power levels, and Trunks taught her hand to hand combat when he had the time. Pan squirmed and was revolted by the idea of asking Vegeta to train her, no matter whose father he was. Instead, she waited for the proud prince to offer it to her.

 

Pan, being only a quarter Saiya-jin, was much more emotionally controlled than the rest of her family, but still, when she dared to spar with her uncle, Trunks, or even her father, she put up a decent fight that would wind them if they weren't paying attention to her actions. Above all, Pan used finesse over bronze, and she wore the fact proudly on her sleeve. Vegeta had complimented her once, and it was the only time in her life that she could remember, besides being with her grandpa, that she was truly proud of her achievements.

 

She had an odd thought about Vegeta that maybe the prince wasn't as stable as everyone made him out to be, and she lamented the fact that everyone seemed to ignore his emotional turmoil that so clearly played out in his piercing eyes. As a child, she had once dared to ask the prince how he felt about Goku's departure, and she was met with a series of ki blasts, followed by a string of curses that chased her away from his location. Pan smiled to herself, remembering the pride of the man, and in a way, she missed him the most when she was away to school, because no matter how hard the stoic Vegeta tried to convince her that he loathed children…and especially little girls…she didn't believe him for one second.

 

Bra, being at the same school as her, told stories of Vegeta's grumbling when he took her shopping, yet the utilitarian prince always managed to spend enough money on her to spoil her sinfully rotten. Bra, although a high class with the blood running through her veins, carried only a fraction of the power that Pan bore so proudly, yet she never mourned her position as the weakest Saiya-jin, instead saying that a princess should be savable by a prince on any occasion… if there were any princes left that wanted to save her and didn't get killed by her father in the process.

 

Flying was useful, and it allowed Pan to go to the roof of Capsule Corp every morning for her training, practice, and tradition of watching the sun rise. She believed that each sunrise brought with it the new day with a clean slate, no transgressions, and no grudges. She wished that the rising sun would erase her bitterness over her grandfather's departure, but that…that was something Pan would have to deal with all on her own.

 

Goten grabbed Pan's wrist and practically dragged her into a lab where she spotted Trunks at a microscope with a very exhausted expression on his handsome face. “Hey, Mini Vegeta.” She grinned. “How goes it?” Trunks looked up, and his eyes flitted to Goten for a split second before he fixed his attention on Pan with an impish grin.

 

“Hi, Mini Videl-Harpy.” He grinned. “How's life at the jail?” Pan sighed and left Goten standing at the entrance of the lab as she found a stool and pulled it up across from Trunks. The camaraderie between Goten and Trunks was only rivaled by Trunks' affection for Gohan's only child, and she always found it amusing how the two competed with each other for her blind affection for the both of them.

 

“Life as always.” She mourned. Trunks smiled gently at her and went back to staring into the microscope with a frustrated glance. He sighed and looked up to Goten with quiet reproach. It was obvious that something was putting a stump in his progression with the research, and Goten looked at him, expecting a phrase, a word, or even a glare, but instead, in the azure depths of Trunk's eyes, all he saw was frustration and an incomprehensible longing that had his heart stopping in his chest. The moment passed and Trunks leaned back on his chair.

 

“I just can't get this. I need a break. Lunch, Pan?” He smiled at the high school girl. She nodded enthusiastically, and Goten stepped forward.

 

“The Tower?” He asked. A squeak sounded from Pan.

 

“No! Let's go to the sandwich shop downtown. I need to go shopping for shoes.” Goten rolled his eyes and nodded, but Trunks' attention was suddenly diverted from the pair to the corner entrance of the room. An energy hovered there, quiet and contained, like a sleeping lion in the sun. Goten already knew who was taking up the doorway there, but Pan looked up, and as she breathed out, her life rolled to a crawl.

 

And time stopped.

 

Pale blue eyes roamed over her body in a seemingly bored fashion, but the face and body they belonged to surprised Pan beyond anything. This scientist, smudged with grease, marked with dry marker, and a controlled mane of ebony hair strangely enough took her breath away. Pan found herself staring at the contours of the delicate, yet harshly angled face, comparing the woman to Vegeta in a way, and finding that they didn't look that much different. If Vegeta had blue eyes and was a woman, he would certainly look like her. Diana pulled her glasses from her face and sighed.

 

“Trunks, I just can't figure out why the weight displacement isn't working correctly. It has something to do with the inter phase matter that we're using, but I don't know how the molecular structure differentiates from the other that Vegeta gave us a sample of.” She stepped into the lab, and Goten stepped behind Pan, his hand protectively going to her shoulder in a show of warning. Trunks didn't seem to notice as he took a clipboard from Diana's outstretched hand and studied it.

 

“I can't get this either. I'm taking a break.” He looked up at her. “Are you still coming for lunch?” Goten honestly hoped the bitch would say no, but she didn't seem to be paying attention to him anyway. Her eerie eyes had locked with Pan's, and a slow, serene smile graced the harsh angles of her face, and she extended a smudged hand and then quickly pulled it back, wiping it on her lab coat to offer it again.

 

“I'm Diana.” She smiled pleasantly. “I guess you're Son Pan, right?” Pan took the hand, but time was still at a shrieking halt in her mind as the beautiful woman shook her hand firmly. When Goten's hands gently squeezed her shoulders, she reacted and nodded vigorously.

 

“Yes, yes! I'm Pan!” She tilted her head for a moment, allowing the black silk of her hair to cascade down her right shoulder and then she smiled again. “You're American!” She exclaimed happily.

 

“Yeah. I am that.” Diana agreed with an impish smile in slightly accented Japanese. “I'll be back in a few minutes. Need to clean up.” Diana withdrew her hand from Pan's, but the teenager's breath caught as the soft tips of the woman's fingers brushed across her palm. A soft scent reached Pan's nose, and as she continued to stare at the beautiful woman, she felt a sudden powerful heat pooled deep in her belly. Goten's hand on her shoulder tightened, and reality snapped back into place.

 

Diana left the trio in the lab, and Pan looked back and forth from Goten to Trunks. “You didn't tell me she was pretty!” She exclaimed. Trunks looked towards Goten, and then he snorted at Pan.

 

“Don't let that bitch fool you. She may be my business partner's daughter, and a damn good scientist, but she's dangerous outside of these labs.” Trunks growled. “I'm warning you, Pan-chan. Stay away from her.” Pan looked confused, but the expression on the young prince's face did not suggest that she had the right to argue with him, so she let it go. After all, it was Trunks, and he always had a reason for the things that he did.

 

“Then why are you taking her to lunch, Trunks-san?” She smirked at him in a fashion only Pan could master. Trunks playfully threw a wadded up piece of paper at her and snorted his indignity at her.

 

A few minutes later, a clean Diana emerged from the back lab, and again, Pan's breath caught. Thick, glossy, rough ebony silk seemed to cascade everywhere over the woman's body, and the glasses were shed. The conservative business suit that she wore did nothing to hide the curves of her hips, no matter how simple it was, and Pan found herself admiring the height and stature of the woman in the back of her mind.

 

Smooth, alabaster skin encased obviously well toned arms underneath the blazer, and the pale blue eyes now burned with an emotion that Pan found unnerving and slightly dangerous. Diana smiled a smooth, pasted on smile that made the girl's skin crawl and tingle with the expectancy of an excellent fight, and she finally found the desire to look away from the strangely beautiful face. “Let's go! I'm starving.” Pan declared.

 

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In the mall, Diana and Pan walked ahead, while Goten walked with Trunks quietly. It had been strange, but the woman had not made many comments except to Pan, asking her about school, boys, and her favorite music. Goten distinctly felt uncomfortable with Diana's constant scrutiny of the girl, but something was happening that Goten did not expect. The cold, cruel woman that Trunks and he had acquainted themselves with was treating Pan with such respect that it was almost asinine, but Pan seemed to be enjoying the company.

 

“I don't like this.” Goten murmured to Trunks. “That bitch is up to something.” Trunks didn't respond right away. Instead he watched Diana closely. As she conversed with Pan, her scent had changed, and Trunks had noticed, but barely. The usually abrupt gestures and hardened voice was soft, inviting, and nearly sugared, and though he wanted to blame the change on the fact that Diana was wearing a mask over her cruelty, it was clear that this one time, the gentleness, honesty, and respect was real and freely given.

 

“She's different with Pan. Somehow, I don't think she'll be trying anything with her.” Trunks whispered to Goten. He nodded and continued walking, still not sure about the monster talking to his niece. If she even looked at Pan with crossed eyes, he'd be sending her to an early grave in a matter of minutes. He promised himself that much.

 

“So what's it like…being in a boarding school in Japan? The ones in America are pretty strict.” Diana asked. Her pale eyes raked over Pan's form yet again, and the girl found herself blushing furiously and trying to hide it behind the silken curtain of her raven hair.

 

“Uh, strict, but fun. Trunks' sister? Bra. She goes to school with me. She's my best friend for the time being…well, right behind Trunks and Goten, of course.” She smiled happily. She suddenly let loose an obnoxiously feminine squeal and grabbed Diana by the wrist. “There's the shoe store!”

 

For the moment that skin touched skin, Diana's eyes widened. No one had ever touched her without being afraid first. Unfailing purity. Beautiful dreams. Complete innocence. Diana's normal response to an uninvited touch would be to blast the bastard into next week, no matter what their social status or their public location, but this girl touched her skin, and her body relaxed, her mind released its momentary hatred, and time for Diana stood absolutely still as it had for Pan before.

 

Diana tried to describe to herself what the girl smelled like, but in the end, she gave up and labeled the fresh, sweet scent `innocence' and decided that if it were to be bottled up and sold as a perfume, she'd make a fortune. She would name it `Pan' and be a millionaire all on her own. The girl didn't threaten her with her presence, and nor did she press herself upon Diana like a sex crazed teenager. Pan was perfectly respectful to her, and when she looked upon the blue eyed woman, Diana felt as if though the world was spinning beneath her with no way to stop it.

 

This was the same creature that she had watched with such fascination that morning, and yet it wasn't. The uncontrollable, blood thirsty fury was void from this child, and even as she began to pile boxes of shoes up to try on, Diana found her oddly graceful and exotic. The onyx eyes sparkled with good humor every time she told Diana a story about Trunks or Goten, making the blue eyes sparkle lightly in return. Oddly enough, Diana felt no disgust towards this creature. There was nothing to be disgusted about.

 

She allowed herself to be dragged into the store, and begrudgingly helped the girl sift through thirty pairs of shoes before Pan found just the right pair of boots to go with her `clubbing' pants as she called them. Diana smiled and agreed with the choice. While she tried to imagine the slight girl in knee high combat boots and leather pants, she found herself laughing mentally. Diana followed her out of the store, Pan's tender fingers once again wrapped around a wrist, attached to a hand that could have snapped her pretty neck in an instant.

 

Diana suddenly stopped her with a gentle hand to her shoulder. “Pan? I was wondering if you'd want to go clubbing tomorrow? I've been to Heaven's Touch and I've enjoyed it immensely. Would you be interested?” Pan grinned.

 

“Sure! Heaven's Touch is where we hang out on the weekends anyway. Daddy will say yes once I tell him that I'm gonna be with you.” She explained airily. Diana smiled smugly, and allowed herself to be led through the mall towards the sports store where Trunks and Goten were waiting. Pan probably had Son Gohan wrapped around her pinky and didn't even know it.

 

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“Daddy, I'm going out to the club tonight with a girl I met today, is that ok?” Pan called out as she raced up the stairs with her purchases. Gohan rolled his eyes from his book and called back to her.

 

“Who is she? Does she have a phone with her? How long will you be out? Which club are you going to? Is Goten or Trunks going with you? How will you get there?” The usual plethora of questions was met with a plethora of answers that had Gohan putting his book down and pulling his glasses off of his handsome face. He reminded himself of infinite patience and pulled that from his heart instead of the desire to scream at his daughter for her never ending desire to take advantage of his affection for her.

 

“Diana Shelton, Trunks' business partner. Yes, she has a phone. I don't know. Probably Heaven's Touch. No, Trunks and Goten are NOT going. Diana is driving.” The voice was singsong and almost desperately sweet, making Gohan nearly groan. “It's a girls' night out, Daddy! Why would I take those two morons when I can spend time with girls instead?”

 

“Hmn.” Gohan answered.

 

“Oh, Daddy.” Pan appeared at the top of the stairs before she disappeared into the bathroom. “Please!” The note in her voice was his undoing, and he knew that he'd say yes, no matter the circumstance.

 

“I'll decide when she gets here!” He called out. No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than the doorbell rang. “Mad house.” He complained. At least Videl was gone with Krillin to some tournament, and he could at least have a break from his insatiable wife. Oh, who was he kidding. He missed Videl more than he cared to admit. He threw his book aside on the couch, rose, and with a flourish, he opened the door and stared.

 

The creature standing before him was absolutely stunning, and for lack of a better hello, Gohan stumbled for a greeting. “Uh, uh…hi! Come in. Pan's upstairs getting ready.” The black haired beauty stepped through the door, and smiled a pasted smile at Gohan. Immediately, he was put on edge, and his eyes narrowed. “So, are you drinking tonight?”

 

Gohan zoned out for a minute, just staring. Pale blue eyes stood out plainly in a face of alabaster skin, slightly gold tinted by the sun. Long, ebony hair had obviously been restrained at the top of her head and curled into ringlets, giving her a celestial and strangely evil look that made his skin crawl. He very quickly dismissed the feeling and blamed it on his restlessness as the woman snapped back into reality with him.

 

“Oh.” Diana looked up at him. Pan's father. Son Gohan if her memory served her right. “No, I wasn't planning on drinking tonight since I'm driving. I want to get Pan back home safely.” She answered. Gohan was satisfied with the answer, but he was still on edge. There was a scent about the woman, but it was annoying. It was sweet, spicy, and definitely heady, but he found himself put out by it.

 

“Ok, I'd like you guys to be back right after the club closes. Heaven's Touch closes at two on Fridays I believe.”

 

“Yes, sir. Of course.” Her eyebrows knit. “Am I missing something? Is this a date?” Gohan's eyes suddenly widened and shook his head.

 

“No. Of course not. Pan…she isn't like that.” He said, nervously scratching the back of his head. Immediately, Diana's eyes widened. Goten's brother. Of course they would be so much alike, but she found herself unable to despise this man as much as she despised his brother. It was easy to see where Pan received her dark hair and eyes from, but her body was not quite as tall as his, and she didn't carry the same harsh angles in her face.

 

Pan descended the stairs, and Diana looked up. She didn't dare allow herself to become aroused at the beautiful sight in front of her, and she shoved down her thoughts savagely. “Hi, Pan!” She jingled the keys to her sports coup. “You ready?” The fact of the matter was that Diana was asking herself if she was ready to party with this teenage girl that showed off more power than anyone she'd ever met. Oh yes. Definitely ready.

 

Inner Universe
Sang by Origa

Angels and demons all around me
Planted thorns and thistles in my way
The only one that does not know happiness
Is he who doesn't know its invitation

Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory
Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory

I am calling, calling now
Spirits rise and falling
Stay a little longer

Calling, calling in the depth of longing
Stay a little longer

Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory
Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory

Stand alone
Where was life when it had a meaning
Stand alone
Nothing is real anymore

Endless flight
While I'm alive, I'll try not to fall from flight
I've forgotten how to dream and love
Endless flight

Calling, calling for the place of knowing
There's more than what can be linked
Calling, calling now, never will I look away
For what life has left for me

Yearning, yearning, for what's left of loving
Stay a little longer
Calling, calling now, spirits rise and falling
Stay a little longer
Calling, calling in the depth of longing
Stay a little longer

Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory
Fall in love, fall in love
I will see glory, I will see glory