Tides Of Virtue
The Miasmic Legacies
The vast tumult of the plains of this landMuses the catechesis Of the ordinanceThey are the epitomeWhich conjures the legaciesEvoke the remembranceTouching from a distanceNever feeling anythingBorn into the land of trepidationTo seek salvationAnd there will never be a sunrise for you againThe light of this blaze bleeds into a blurI need to focus on my direction Or I will remain aloneThis path leads to uncertaintyI remain awake for daysI never allow me to rest at nightNothing will ever change
From Letras Mania