The twilight march Into mornings fate Bolted doors of fortune A stranger at the gates A soldier found freedom
Lost outside of your own true mystery, false faces search your own constantly, attacking all of your honesty, feeding at the feet of your dignity. Lustful Lover kept hidden to shameful...
The winter turning and churning in… Cold and hail fresh chilled breeze Swept away against the hot rush of Smoke rolling from the burning lea… Burning the deadened debris its
In the constancy– My desperation Has grown to be My mind adamant to convince Myself I have been to my birth