Live Without Hell
Specially dedicated to: those who come from hell
From and made by: your truly Roaming Phantom
Turris
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Through the black street I cry to the blank sky where the empires were.
Off to see the gravel and dust, bravely I walk through the land.
Without star and moon today as well as yesterday the sky was decorate.
Emptiness to accompany, none to talk about.
Regardlessly I had left the crypt and now heading to zero ground.
Seeking for the hope and belief for the shine to rise like the old days.
Night is good, gleam is wanted from the deepest heart.
Mourning for the future and the warmth of the crescent.
Everything shall be done and accomplish.
Igne natura renovatur integra; the world will be renovated with fire.
The flame from the soul, shall you burn the wounds to ashes, don't scar it even more.
The ice from the hand, shall you cool the mind, don't freeze it to solid.
The wind from the breath, shall you dry those tears, no need to stop it.
The light from the eyes, shall you bring those hopes back, don't blurred it with your intensity.
The world shall be renovated to be a perfect place to bloom.
They shall not stop the utopia, as nothing can stop the time.
I'm walking on the slope hoping, wishing, believing, trusting and struggling for the empire to rise and accompany me once more.
_______________________
Crossposted to my Blog
From and made by: your truly Roaming Phantom
Turris
_______________________
Through the black street I cry to the blank sky where the empires were.
Off to see the gravel and dust, bravely I walk through the land.
Without star and moon today as well as yesterday the sky was decorate.
Emptiness to accompany, none to talk about.
Regardlessly I had left the crypt and now heading to zero ground.
Seeking for the hope and belief for the shine to rise like the old days.
Night is good, gleam is wanted from the deepest heart.
Mourning for the future and the warmth of the crescent.
Everything shall be done and accomplish.
Igne natura renovatur integra; the world will be renovated with fire.
The flame from the soul, shall you burn the wounds to ashes, don't scar it even more.
The ice from the hand, shall you cool the mind, don't freeze it to solid.
The wind from the breath, shall you dry those tears, no need to stop it.
The light from the eyes, shall you bring those hopes back, don't blurred it with your intensity.
The world shall be renovated to be a perfect place to bloom.
They shall not stop the utopia, as nothing can stop the time.
I'm walking on the slope hoping, wishing, believing, trusting and struggling for the empire to rise and accompany me once more.
_______________________
Crossposted to my Blog