In the golden light of the morning sun the fires still glow gold
With the fury of greed on the hills now dowsed in red and gold
Now as the corpses lay still and cold with the lust for gold expelled from their souls
And slowly as the final fall with the greed of gold still burning deep within their souls
For now the battle has dulled and the gold now darken by the blood of those who fell in their lust for gold.

For me to live is to give
For me to die is to lie
For me to love is to forgive
For me to hate is to deceive
For me to be happy I have to be at balance
But for me balance is but a dream a lie hiding in this fog of lies and deceit that clouds my mind
For me sadness is my reality and happiness is but a mere memory
The fog that clouds my mind is a built up on fears and lies and the promises of false hopes
The fog thinks and ponders on how It can part the last of the hope that light the alleys of my mind
It lies and hides and breaks apart this mind of mine that I so wished had survived
The onslaught of lies and harm that this fog has brought to this life of mine and others alike
For the happiness I show is all but a lie a mask to hide what lies behind
All my hopes and dreams are clouded by this fog of depression that shrouds my mind