Paths of gold, where dreams unfold,
Eight horizons call, stories old and told.
In every step, the mystic holds,
With every breath, our fate's bold.
Through challenges, we find our way,
In every night, the hope of day.
Where the infinite paths lay,
With courage, we stride, come what may.
Infinite pathways to the skies,
In the dance of eight, our spirit flies.
Through the cycles, we rise,
In the echoes of our infinite ties.
Beyond the veil, the unseen thrives,
Eightfold truths, our guiding light drives.
With every heart, a vision revives,
With every pulse, our dream survives.
Through every doubt, we find our might,
In every wrong, we craft the right.
Where the infinite lights ignite,
With strength, we claim our infinite sight.
Infinite pathways to the skies,
In the dance of eight, our spirit flies.
Through the cycles, we rise,
In the echoes of our infinite ties.
When shadows linger, and fears accrue,
Look to the eight paths, ever true.
A circle completes, a view anew,
From infinite echoes, our strength we renew.
Infinite pathways to the skies,
In the dance of eight, our spirit flies.
Through the cycles, we rise,
In the echoes of our infinite ties.