Beneath the excited rubble the epilogue quietly being told only lasted till the opening curtain of the battle that is beginning
Controlling a distant, faint consciousness a prayer resembling meditation peels off the mask within deceit and the voice of my heart is heard, so clearly that it is cruel
My spikes peeled off by everything deceived and led astray By the act of rebelling I thought I protected myself I turned my eyes away from the present, reflected in them not turning my face to the truth I must be a fool...
Rotted by the poisonous moth the sinner is burnt by the blaze both hands folded, burning red, giving the last confession
The thorny whip, blooming with black roses piercing, as if frozen to The earth, withering away cries out in an abyss called despair, the bell of hope is rung
If reborn yield your body to the flow don't rebel against anything live as it is With these eyes watching over one place where I can return to, to someday get back my smile I walk on though the "now"
Even if these eyes one day lose the light, I don't think that I will regret this moment that I turned my face to the truth