- cifra
My patience it haas turned to dust
For this injustice you'll regret
Eternally you shall fall down
Captured within an empty plane
With more stealth to gain from time
This anger builds inside my mind
Hope feeds on a power glide
Growing in strength against the tide
You shall believe
Though you decieve
Strong actions bring me through it all
As I find a way ahead
In time I will forget the things
They will be cast out from my mind
