Stumbling through young groves
Searching for a glade of enlightenment
Reaching for a lane of honesty
Reckoning like reality � comes true!!
Grey haze turnes to black night,
Light sun turnes to blazing fire,
A november dirge turnes to deathly screams,
Watch, like reality� comes true!!
Scorching flames brighten a clouded
Scenenery created by glowing
Chaos spreading its roots
Over black chared ruins� of belief!!
Burn, you vivid mirage!
A sigh moves over parched land
Burn, you celestial dimness!
Placid lays the fallen steeple
Stumbling through destructed land
Searching for a remaining light
Reaching a lane of tragedy
Approaching reality� of belief!!