The earth becomes my throne.
A search for the unknown.
Risen from the darkest vein.
Pure created faith.
The god’s from above.
To a new turned.
If we create a junge’s well
to defeat the death.
It shall be to rid my soul.
It shall be as we created
this unnecessary bloodshed
for my wellfare.
As we create the hope from above.
Died in resurrection.
It was one live.
Reveal like the dawn.
Reveal my counterfeit.
As paralyzed by fear
I felt a lot of sorrow
against a storm that we create.
A farewell to my memories.