Darkening, somber destiny
Races straight and proud, in gallant wait
The grime swells to strangle the fairness
Risen from the monument of atrocity
Transcend the allegory prevailing and trite
Rip the veil, insight the core, to see its affectation
Maybe the veil itself is woven of truth
Fester, the semblance of beaming realm
Glossy shards cracked, the taint unfolds
The moon reveals the genuine beauty
Hidden within inhuman crude walls
"We are all mere autumn leaves
One to drown and moulder into moors
One to wither among the trees
One to fall into the river
And he carried to the distant seas
A destiny chosen for them, not by them
In the lunar lights I gain the force to transcend
Cut the thread of fate, in moonlight I stand
Before the tower of ivory and gold
Wrapped by its splendid warm light
Though I see the rifts with boiling filth beneath
Uphill the tower of severe stones
Blackened wood, ominous gleam
In the lunar light I transcend, the veil and core...
I step the archway uphill to enter the darkside
Not as a grain in the desert
But the apple of dark eye itself..."
I saw fear in the old woman's eyes
In the shrine at the edge of the forest
When beams of sunset coated the cross
Red, as aflame
We both sense the omen of approaching dusk...