In a world so far away. At the end of a closing day. A little child was born and raised. Deep in the forest on a hidden place. Mother never saw his face.
In my hands. A legacy of memories. I can hear you say my name. I can almost see your smile. Feel the warmth of your embrace. But there is nothing but silence now.
Armies have conquered. And fallen in the end. Kingdoms have risen. Then buried by sand. The Earth is our mother. She gives and she takes. She puts us to sleep.
In a world so far away. At the end of a closing day. A little child was born and raised. Deep in the forest on a hidden place. Mother never saw his face.
When leaves have fallen and skies turned into grey. The night keeps on closing in on the day. A nightingale sings his song of farewell. You better hide for her freezing hell.
He feeds on fear. He feeds on pain. He rules again. With growing hate. He will gain. Their faith again. . No light in the darkness. Is too small to see.
Why was I one of the chosen ones?. Until the fight I could not see. The magic and the strength of my power. It was beyond my wildest dreams. . Dark wings they are descending.
These are the darkest clouds. They have surrounded me. Now I find my self alone caught in a cage. There's no flower I can find in here. Not withering.