Our empire will rise,
people around us will disguise
and with all their lies
our mother land dries.

They try to fill us with poison;
Before the sun is up, they'll try to run.
Soldiers and archers we send a ton
and they had never won.

How long do we put up with our fights?
I've lost sense of our nights;
I want to see how our love ignites
through the big clouds in these heights.

I don't want to put you in an exile;
since we last spoke - it's been a while.
I still love you and I can smile
even if our vow sailed away in a vile.

Now I look at the glass of wine,
then at your face - so divine.
I wonder, how will I shine
after this deadly drink of mine?

Our empire has fallen,
all that we had is broken;
the emperor I wished I've proven;
All that followed was a curtain.

Who is this? And that?
Mirror and someone’s reflection.
Me, myself or I?

I had a vivid dream
about a shallow stream;
I found myself sitting on the bank,
holding on to myself as a crank.
I’m not ready to stray
But I don’t want to pray.

I need to build a church of my own;
Nothing better than to stay at home
Demons and sinners dive into
this nightmare of mine and dine
on my faith and safety;
Haunted and hunted, I hear the Banshee.

The scene is dimmed already;
Though, my church is not ready.
I try to stay down to the stream
but I got burned by the steam.
My stream is gone,
The dream has been undrawn.