In the end is just a flatter.
Once wa said  it start with us.
"Us" who? a man would ask.
But it's not about an "us" we know,
It's about the beginning of the flow.
The world gets thirsty, wild and rampant.
Insanity all over the place.
The Blood Moon have conquered the sky,
Judging mortals on her whim.
The war has started.
The night is long.
The Blood Moon demands another soul.
Oh you wrathful fate,
Why are you torturing me?
I'm so punny and you know.
You just want to see me like a rat,
Chased and laughed by your soldier of death.
And for what?
Take your women and just go!
I''ll just find her tomorrow.

Dance you will?
The chant
You hear it?
The violin...
The piano...
An orchestra...
The sun goes down,
The moon comes up,
Stars are gathering around on the skye,
Fireflies hanging from walls.
And you my dear,
This night is yours with this first dance.
Let me crown you as an empress.

Once a boy stared to a leaf.
The wind just came and got perplexed
-Why  don't you just grab it?" He asked the boy.
-Because it's perfect as it is.
-Don't you want it? The wind aked.
-Yes! The boy respunded.
-Then grab it little boy.
-No, I won't I'll let it fall.
-You crazy boy, that would happen in autumn
And when that will happen, your dear leaf will be just dead.
It's now or never for the green.
Have the courage to take action!
Only sear leafs comes with the patience.

Fell so down I have
But the ground never showed itself.
Waiting for it,
Demanding it,
Lusting for it.
How down could I had fell?
Such a foolish thing to think of...
The pride just slapped me
"Your shalt never touch the ground" it shouts.
"Nothing deserves anything but you. Who lied to you to go so down?"
"There you might sacrifice your sorry *** for the sake of love, principle or an idea."
"But from down there you are nothing."
And it was right.
Nothing but my dramatic **** brought me here.
So, now what?
Let's just laugh!
A war  of redressing starts with a good laugh.

I thought I would feel better.
I thought I will feel pleased.
Crushing souls and showing off...
Might and beauty, what everyone would lust for...
But it feels sad.
A giant titan in a land of flowers,
Breathing fire and shooting lightnings.
Even as he is just wants just a flower.
What can he do if  he is burning the field?
Only the great oak,
Standing lonely in the field,
Will comprehend him.

This day reeks of blood and death.
The sky is black and dressed in  clouds.
The gloomy air just burns your lungs.
The red light is killing your eyes.
A sound of drums start sounding around.
You start falling.
Struggeling to ignore it you are.
Meaningless!
With claws your eyes are by force opened
And you see it,
The mighty parade of hell began.
The young lord greets the new offsprings,
Tortured souls...

The mind
Is full of might
The law of human to be right,
But in the end we're lost in night.
And this mind that we all have,
It gives us thoughts in many forms
Images, sounds, scents and sensations,
All ideas and conceptions.
One might think the mind is all.
Find yourselves and tell your thing,
Grab your things and make a string,
Tie it up and let it sing.
You, your mind, your soul, your all,
Have an inside place to hide,
A corner where you stand and cry,
Or you laugh
Just let it be.
But there inside is your one thing
The thing that really tells you what  you are.
And that thing has just one wish,
Only one true little wish.
Just let yourselves know what it is.