The Pilgrimage

From oblivion you were born
Shadows that were never worn
Spirits in a legionrise your imagination
Tense to murderWe have gone to furtherweapons dissect the sound
Machines starts dead to count

Tears becomes stone when fall downAs they crash to the ground
Uncontrolled madnessI still stay in darknessSadness penetrates

Again myselfI can't rid of skin
This annoying elfWhat I felt to forget

Are thing that I regretMy entire memories disguiseInto love, hate, fire and
iceI want to be a part of you
My eyes, your soul pass through

The only thing I'm begging forIs to open your heart's door
All your life closed in a sphereNothing that you can feel
A flower is your destinyPower taken from your enemy