There's blood on the ground
Eyes half open
Trembling hands holding the dagger
Blinded mind
Did the sin
Now is prisoned in an ocean shell
Say 'Farewell'

See what you have done
Seal it in your soul.
Better soon be gone
With the morning mist
You must.
Leave her dying
Paint your wistful heart
with traces of red

There's blood on the ground
In a silent room
And a wound in her chest
Her body already gone cold,
left to rest
With the morning mist you disappeared.

Arsiana - este valentis caoleste,

memento incredia axare?

Arsiana - et non revetermur

millenia ecrides existenco?

Nobis ecalea in monti vidimus et stellas.

Arsiana - solo est valentis expectabo domum redire,

redire et domum, Arsiana.



Solo est caonillum neo,

e momentum:

stella vivere, vivere stella ecridia


Memento, Arsiana?

Memento incredia axare?

Millenia veo amorphia et inma caonillum, Arsiana.

Qualentis elara nobis in monti streo caenma

Aeonis, aeonia, arinme:

Onmia et estera.



Memento, Arsiana?

You have gone million light-years away

Time waved last farewell with the aeons

The white nightingale sung his song before its

tender voice to be gone forever

The seven moons' light shall be gone

by the end of the twenty years of night

The ninth suns soon shall be awaken

From silver-silk slumber

One by one they'll rise and shine

Thirteen urns for the Forsaken

For each of them -

A single tear covered with thorny pain

and ugly emotions.

Let the rain wash away everything else

Until it fades

Until your memories losts its satin shade



Time has lost its beauty

No one recalls

Birds have flown away

Searching for a new home to stay

Forests seems so hollow now

moons are no longer shining in the night

Even the ninth suns could not warm your soul,

nor your heart

They've lost its halos as they rose



You slipped away

Drown in the ocean,

I could not hold you back,

You decided to disappear

Where have you gone?

I should've hold you tight.

After twenty million light-years

My longing is still the same

I wish I could see you again

I shall never be the incurable wound

I shall be the silver sword by whom

You shall meet your doom.

I shall never be the victim,

miserable, screaming for help victim,

I shall be the merciless executioner

Who shall chain your body on a pyre

And set it on fire.



I shall never be the Moon,

Nor the nameless soldier with no honor,

Nor a protector of the helpless and the weak,

Nor the Goddess you would’ve been

praying for redemption,

I shall be the warrior who will never

feel fear Of Her enemies (I’ve already killed them all),

And choose someone else to fight my future battles,

I shall not ask for salvation!

I  shall never be a slave, begging for last breath of air

( I carry my own scars and sins as relic in a golden hutch ).

I shall be the crown made of light and dust of a million stars!



I shall never be the prey

with whom you loved to terrorize and play

Now I am the weapon that you fear,

I am the sword that orders you to Kneel!



I barely could hear the screams of yours,

And the smell of your body that it’s burning on the pyre,

I stepped back into the Forest long after I left you to burn in the Fire…