A world like this We never before have seen A prism in which the shadows are all dispelled The light is scarpened! All that remains is the light We are not so far away from home We are leaving again
Are you the one who will bleed my tears Of will my enchantment Burst once again? Burst under your horrific words?
We do not seek to be the source Of your spells of sadness
I seek and I find my power to Creation, deliberation to expulsion Do not sense, but see, my falsification
While I know this, I do not longer know All there is, the taste of blood
