A pale cold haze by stealth conceals the path As lurking shade transforms the day so fast Rich colors fall against the bleak decay Am I the one to pass these waters longing For their living prey? All where I can turn my look is a reign of Mire I cry out but echoes die unborn The dismal life of the Mighty Bogs Shall go on undisturbed at all... Perceive the stuffiness, the swamp''s breathing hard Digesting dreams of those who''re now its part Who''ve been sucked in or maybe jumped themselves They cheat all deaths and never die being dead Let woken be those whose time has passed And the blessed get dressed in their newer flesh Then come to soak my fury up and join To free our world from meanness
No matter those who''re telling you there''s nothing to be awake for. The Mire is enormous but not endless. as it’s born grace and I’ve been aged to find them. I''ve spent all my life searching for finally succeeded, yet after all I''ve been through it seems to me that I am the only one who dares to know.
...I find the way out... Hear me call from the other side Of the deadly mire''s halls See I could pass them through And some other will if he wants And all those who were killing me For billion poignant times, Failed again... yet my stars rise to shine For the last time in these skies...