You the masterful Life gave me birth, To me, hoping I'll bring the strengh to the Earth.
Past by the pyre, the tide of my sea of pleasure, I offer you the sorcerer's poem. Yielding to the fear, I'm losing any treasure (I have), By my side, seeing a picture of hunting an omen. Like I've never knew how could I do the magic, I've no clue how to feel in a skin I live in – how tragic.
Well-nigh daily I face to aggrieved burgesses, Giving em the hope in a sprauncy game. Markedly, the same nature like the largess is, The great desire is; not such a blame.
I cannot live this life anymore, I want to get rid of this hell forevermore.
One day, I'll believe that magics are ruthless lies, I'll sorely suffer this nasty fear, I'll disappear. I wish I was a daring man with many of tries, To prove the Life that I'm the one who have no fear.