daemoonion act II - Vesania

Dead spaces

Ruins of morality

Old scars

Smouldering remains of energy

And a crystal like a Lotos Flower

My consciousness

The Army — they are a few

Because those who have the fight within

And faces pale white

Pass away too often

The enemy seems to be powerfull

And it is easier not to provoke him

Cowards!

The Might you know not!

The Path of Enlightment marked with tears

Will not go back anymore

The Art

Is not to get lost in a vicious dance

In a maze of turnings

Mirages

Unreliability

Once

There was something

Taken away from me I fought

Once I won

The victory redeemed with blood

Many had to die

I am ashamed of a shadow of doubt

I have been not esteemating

The Might !

Once I was given something

In the Black of the Night

I was dazzeled by the Gleam of it’s Blackness

And the Trees were bowing down before It Now when they are asleep

Dream takes their senses away

And plays with their thoughts

In the Kingdom of Dream

There is no place for them

How much time will flow

Before I finish the Dukedom

I am not able to know

This I know

It will be Ye Entrancemperium.