Dead spaces Ruins of morality Old scars Smouldering remains of energy And a crystal like a Lotos Flower My consciousness The Army they are a few Because those who have the fight within And faces pale white Pass away too often The enemy seems to be powerfull And it is easier not to provoke him Cowards! The Might you know not! The Path of Enlightment marked with tears Will not go back anymore The Art Is not to get lost in a vicious dance In a maze of turnings Mirages Unreliability Once There was something Taken away from me I fought Once I won The victory redeemed with blood Many had to die I am ashamed of a shadow of doubt I have been not esteemating The Might! Once I was given something In the Black of the Night I was dazzeled by the Gleam of its Blackness And the Trees were bowing down before It Now when they are asleep Dream takes their senses away And plays with their thoughts In the Kingdom of Dream There is no place for them How much time will flow Before I finish the Dukedom I am not able to know This I know It will be Ye Entrancemperium...
unreliability, lotos, dukedom, esteemating, entrancemperium