Light of life, it seems you are losing thy war; dawn and day make a quick exit; midnight prevails for forever more. Stars carry thy burden and mother nature; she cannot hold its soul—you are weaker, even the crown jewels of forest falls.

Time traverse slower, beasts hide, and the air grows cold; the night is hungry; and you, what battle cry can you forge? As a shadow of thy former self; no one can worship a dead gods mould. Merely watching, as the dark broads.

Thy angels are crippled, nothing but dust to the wind; have you perhaps gotten old? Winter is calling; a deep roar is heard on every wall—a voice that has whispered; is now demanding that you hand over the throne. So, what will you answer petty light?

You cannot even melt what is covering the soil; you cannot even light up a home; What is left of mesmerising colours—what is left of thy mighty sword?

Sleep little child, night has come and will stay for a while; carrying thy burden; while you tuck away alone. Will you be remembered, or will rot to the core?

The night is thy empress, citizens of light; midnight won the faithful fight.

Queen and king of the winter kingdom revived their very first child; the child fell from the sky;
it vanished on a warm cheek, though the little child was not alone—if had plenty of siblings.
Snowflakes of the queen and king rained from the sky, covering the northern isle;
as they fell they aged; they danced; they screamed of joy.

Winter has come to greet the world, in a white dress; in a breeze of cold; in darkness;
also, it welcomes the world through the little white lights falling.
The children of the queen and king greet all the species below, with tiny little hugs and kisses;
short in their life, but wonderous to the world as they fall.

Be greeted children of ice; of nothing warm; of winter long, we salute you back.
As your siblings will fall, remember you are beautiful, not always fondly remembered but beautiful.

Put the weight of the world;
that is chained to your ankle;
where it now belongs.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The carousel keeps spinning;
not the fairest kind;  
Though, does it need to be?

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

Freedom and a crown;
duties and vows;
a fate messy and blind.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

A single little home;
found by chance;
where you can sing tunes of your own.

It is not if you are strong; it is not if you are wrong; it is not if you manage to play along.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

The theatre of life continues its one-act—will you perform?
The theatre of life continues its piece— I only came for your song.

It was never about if you are strong;
it was never about if you are wrong.

Choose your own lines; choose your own dress; choose your own way to act in this mess.

The theatre of life continues its performance—and you are the acting star.

It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.

“Two loud claps.”

The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?

“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.

Naturally, naturally,
I’m domesticated cattle living the high life,
I’m preaching peace when I need to fight.

Naturally, naturally,
life is a wonder watching from the sideline, “hmmhmm”
life is a dangerous occupation when monotony is the worst vice. “hmmhmm”

Domesticated cattle do run along now,
your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

Happiness is yours to find,
you are the main character, believe us.

You are the peak of the drama,
you are the soul of our story,
as long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

Naturally, naturally,
The throne is mine, “hmmhmm”
the kingdom is a birthright. “hmmhmm”

Naturally, naturally,
Do work until you die treasure will satisfy, “hmmhmm”
no one knows how still it will right? “hmmhmm”

Domesticated cattle do run along now,
your peak performance is in nigh—when you live our life.

Happiness is yours to find,
you are the main character, believe us.

You are the peak of the drama,
you are the soul of our story,
as long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

It is to do or die,
it is flight or fight,
it is high noon on a dark night.

Life is beautiful,
life is beautiful,
life is beautiful.

As long as you follow the script,
as long as you learn your lines,
as long as you do not question us.

Life is beautiful.

To let dreams be just imagination, to let it be nothing but a thought; abolishing it from being an aspiration—the core to which whom you are.

Is there anything more devilish?

Than to let yourself fall…
                                    To let your dreams be just dreams.
                                                         However silly they are.
To let the little coffee shop be unreachable; let the song never be sung in a hall. It is all for nought if you cannot embrace the silliness of it all.

Hellfire life cannot be the judge.

The world should never be the victor.
                                Never be the solution.
                                                 The truth.
Your dream, your life; your love—your heart.
The little coffee shop is silly but warm.

Building bridges rather than walls,
the kingdom doors remain open for all.

Queen and king are alike;
they invite to dance rather than to fight.

Let colour pour, let warmth be warm,
open the bloodstream and let it in.

Let yourself dream, let yourself soar;
let yourself both lose and win.

Victory is not always to taste a victory;
it is also to taste defeat—it is to build a bridge
rather than a wall.

It is to let the kingdom be open to change,
Let the realm never fear it—
taste utter defeat, laugh, live; learn.

In the end, the castle walls are yours to lower down.