Shadows are rising, It seems to be the end. I’m like a flower, on the battlefield.
I feel the corpses under my cursed feet. Cyber child of the genius mind, Is only a spectator of the human life.
Out of hail, far way, there is enchanted land Singing the prophesy, on my stand Legacy, memory, filled up with ice The silence is not a path for device…
the sun is hidden by ash. I’m critical error in the code of existence. Everything not make sense, Not for me…I think.
Path to the native. Back to the past through future's. So aggressive. Injustice of my own fate.
Out of hail, far way, there is enchanted land Singing the prophesy, on my stand Legacy, memory, filled up with ice The silence is not a path for device…