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Neophyte
533 / 0 / 15 летLight wings of Wisdom
Will never touch my face again…
I’ m like in prison
I follow you, I bring the rain…
I’m crammed with fears
I know, the Order’s never seen
The Rain of Tears
My rain’s your cry – what does it mean?
I’m cause of tempest,
I am a centre of the swirl
For now I’m nameless -
There is the only name I call
No force of prayer
Time twilight holds me in the cage
Of darken Era…
For thousand years it’s kept it’s rage.
The conjuration
I’m crying out, is strange and sad…
It’s liberation!
I keep destroying shades of red…
To Land of Missing
I bring the rain on blade of knife
Where’s still existing
The pandemonium of life…
I’m hopeless, finding
Sun shining country, where you live…
The flash of lightning
Will bring a sacrificed relief…
If spell your name, then
I’ll see the only way to run –
Your road through Fame Land,
Where dancing we’ll arouse the Sun…
