First, the tale of beauty sleeps within the vast spirit
Creating unforgotten memories of the night
Dreaming wonderful hopes of stalwart victory
Desiring love of vigor and honesty and loyalty

Second, the world that turns and runs in a clockwise manner
Balance the skills that we used to hide for a long time
Teaches us how to mold our abilities and own power
And programs the best things that we think is fine

Third, the stars that watch us from the dark night
Effortlessly giving us hope to broken promises
Designing wide paths to the future we want
Wishing that we can still comeback to ourselves

Fourth, the book of life was written through the melody of ink
Have been taught by means of toning up our outlook
Proving that intellectual taste make our life broad
And the major store house of information we took

Lastly, the deep sea becomes the challenge we fight
Keep us from going and do what we think is right
The waves that brought us shattered dedication
Make us believe that we are nothing but perfection

Dark places and being alone
Always makes her feel comfortable

In this world full of judgemental eyes
Mesmerized with the blindness she saw

Try to unbind those connections
But only death can break the ties

Closing her eyes she pretended to sleep
Dreaming a special things to keep

The color of evil is a rainbow to her
The lightless sky she long to see

Naomi smiled sadistically in peace
She run to the edge of the building and screamed

As she whisper something on the thin air
Dangerously jumped with a dispassionate interest

But her army caught her with love
Pretending not to be chased with a hug

As the god of the earth's fertility
I rule the dead for they are guilty
I am not moved by prayer and sacrifice
Who Persephone, my wife, despise

I am the oldest of Cronus and Rhea
The brother of Poseidon and Zeus
I am the lord of the underworld
I am the king they scared to choose

I sat on a throne made of ebony
And carries my scepter wherever I be
I am the god of wealth and impurity
Possess precious metals of the earth, truly

I used to create the deadly earthquakes
With the use of my weapon, pitchfork
A three-headed dog who guarded my realm
Cerberus I called to give them pain

This is who and what I meant to be
The beastly antagonist of else's story
But without the melody of my **** body
You would be bored singing the greek mythology

Cold, dark, different
I'm not the person what you think of
I'm heartless,cruel, impatient
I care not to everyone

Too tired to argue
But she always loves attention
From this I had learned solitude
People were not my destiny

Odd looks and cold stares
I would live alone forever
And so does the ancient magic
That flowed through my veins

The world is an extremely dull place
This was hell after all
Prattle about the evil of sleeping tablets
Shame I always thought about

Next in the line
Was a small demon child
She had an air of secretive mystery
Uninspired of serene highness

I tell no lie
As she speaks by on your ear
Naomi cursed this time
Mumbling with every words

Powerful in comparison to mortals
But they were nothing more than insects
When demons filled my entire soul
She speaks and created her own army

On this time and forward
Do never degrade her
Love isn't what she needs
But war is always what she thinks

You endured all the pain
While we were on your womb
You carried us for nine months
Gave us life, shelter, and food

You woke up every night
To keep us off from crying
You swayed us in your arm
To maintain us from sleeping

Every morning you wake up early
To do the dishes and some laundry
To cook our favorite foods
And feed our hungry tummy

You worked very very hard for us
To sustain us what we need
Eventhough we sometimes broke your trust
We were very sorry for what we did

And even now as we grow old
We still respect what you always said
Though were very noisy and annoying
You always watch over us even in bed

Thank you mother for the care
The love and the happiness you bear
The clothes and shoes we always wear
The smile and tears we always share

Shades of darkness in the sky
Blood of crimson clover die
The flying silent skeleton crew
Cuts the neck of Northern mew
Ship of wicked traveler sails
Crosses the sea with pendant bale

Once you get the trust from him
Zenith reaches the bottom hill
Tip and toe with shoe ago
Slaughtering pieces of abo
Crying pain of source a fail
Brings the huntsman, he's for sale

When time tocks the twelve o'clock
The monster you see will now come back
To mend the water with great fire
To **** the nymph of scourging power
And he'll punish all the scary cowards
Cause end will soon be running forward