Straining through the gray, Searching for the seven shadows. Dog our half-blind steps, One hope to heal now. Tethered to a goal, Titanic in scope and vision. Far beyond our reach, Shrouded in black cold. Now we're running, Chasing after an end. We could only find in dreams. Now we're running, With persistence the distance. Is much closer than it seems. (Now we're running, Now we're running.) Lockets, parchments, snakes, Wrapped up in prestigious vessels. Filled to the brim, With phantoms and ash. Was what you were, A vapor riding on the winds. Of fortune blow, Bring rest at last. Now we're running, Chasing after an end. We could only find in dreams. Now we're running, With persistence the distance. Is much closer than it seems. Sword of Gryffindor, Ruby laid in lightning striking. Basilisk fang, Pale as a grave. Danger haunting us, The one you have marked As your equal. Power you don't know, Now haunting you. Now we're running, Chasing after an end. We could only find in dreams. Now we're running, With persistence the distance. Is much closer than it seems. (Now we're running, Now we're running, Now we're running.)