Realms, demise and ether. Without any soul light, you are in denials whenever There’s blood in your knife. This realm defies the reverence. Its another starlight that tears the knights, dismembers them right in front of your eyes Fearing novels of overwhelming empathies Yet still, we rot in frozen dreams Realms, demise and ether. Without any soul light, you are in denials whenever There’s blood on your knife. This realm defies the reverence. Its another starlight that tears the knights This realm has a familiar scent It used to be the one of reminiscence Staring at the face of what remains This shining light, is not the same(not anymore).