Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.

Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.

Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.

Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.

The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.

The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.

Em um canto da vida da ignorância
Roaming por um tempo curto
A dor de conseguir ou não conseguir
Está cheio de mente deprimida.

Com que esperança construiu a casa
Ninguém lá perto ou longe
Pelo que a mente está esperando
Ninguém está lá por conta própria.

Todos são desconhecidos na extensão da vastidão
Viajante do deserto
A sensação de não chegar a lugar algum.

Quand le temps est illimité
Quand le chemin est immobile
La vie est alors stagnante
Ensuite, la marche continue.

Quand la réponse à la question est inexpressive
Quand la destination est sans but
La réalisation est alors absente
Alors les rêves sont en jeu.

No matter what I eat or what I drink
All the vices and distraction.

Nothing can get rid of the bitter taste that you left behind.

Your promises and words leave their marks on my mind in the early hours of the morning.

Even after you've cut yourself off from me for my sake.

In the dawn of another sleepless night spent wasting away.
Only thinking about you.

My tired state can't even bear to dream, but I do anyway.

Of all the time we could've spent learning to love and uplift one another.

If only the both of us didn't have troubles as painful as the burn marks left behind by the coffee that spilled on my hand.

-Kore

and one day
she will realize

her magic

and then
her power
will be

limitless

Steel is tempered in burning heat,
Made hard and strong through fire.
But flesh will burn and crack and die
When put upon the pyre.

Steel is ground and whet and honed,
Sharpened on a jagged stone.
But if you touch the grinding wheel,
Your skin is stripped down to the bone.

Steel is hammered hard and long
To give it form and shape.
But any part of me, when crushed,
Will only bruise and break.

This crucible of fire and pain
Is supposed to make us strong.
But you and I aren’t made of steel,
And we can’t last for long.