Pain I see all along the valley of dreams
Damned souls are bledding the sun in mist
Over this great battlefield I see turning
Flags of Nations are burning...
What better-found words should I have to tell the story when
Cold wind of death doesn’t bring any glory?
Should I speak the old language of the dead for clouds to
bring red rain again?
Should I invocate my restless soul to feel deeper the
darkness around?
Over useless crowns and shamed king’s blame
I see what yo`ve done, with your great empire wich now is gone
Great funerals of world begin under dying angels tears...
Where is your mask now when I just skinned your face?
Deep inside the spiral of lies or buried here without grace?
Good and Evil...who knows better the dark future?
Sentenced crowds by sentenced leaders will flow into their
own end...Night will spread her wings over their dreams
day will die by their hand...
