Unmasked the shameful thoughts
Uncovered the cosmetics shades

Before it happens, all is true
Yet, some of the ****** hands
Do some ******* rhymes, for their sake

No innocent can  be found
Land lost its seasons at sometimes
Only until the music found!

Let all those lost, rest in peace
To  find solemnity for their soul.
And for  some living who play their own tune
For you to have, golds of the dead!


Shame on you!
You may hide, but you can't run!


And for us who are awakes
Who been true  to our undertakings
To helps the  lost glory of the kingdom we loved
We can't borrows others time.


It was not  the king, who call for change
Make a great mistakes, It was whom that played with it!
Like vampires who ***** bloods, for ~
~ That Golds of the dead!


Neither, this can be true.
But you can't says,  it was wrong!
For those good lost souls' at peace...
One day, it will sings  with us, for you ~
This, Golds of the dead.!