Lletres:
Chasm The From The Lost Years

reality is freezing this maze, where the universe is waiting as the stars are sleeping, I've chased a prediction from within, since those years started

Beyond the irony and deception of this weak and betrayer earth, to those who cry and fear and offend the immortality of their throne stands tall...mighty

To be in deserts of emotions awaiting for years, all in vain the dreamland is far from my throne, a long way is my destiny, my wisdom is my sword and

When is time to forget, when all is lost to repent and remember, when my life was so infinite...And the glowing spirit turned to a velvet rust, in clear

tired of this sunlight which reminds me my prison of flesh but the pleasure to feel this eternal hate, this hate has been my only friend for years (and years