And lo the wonder, And lo the splendour
The beast that rises is the beast that cannot see
Unwanted mystery, Unwanted passions
The long awaited tyrant named the angel death
Long has it been since our dreams called birth
yet the infintile had blossomed, become
the beauty of the darkest sent, revealing not red
behold the creature glorious profound
This one is above you all
this one is the one divine
this one is the failure of the black
to eliminate the highest: I
And what a hold death angel has on reality
the fields where the red roses lay
are the same that trained Nasuri for war
dreams of god made for man
Beckon might for power
Strength beyond that of common
To hold no weakness and yet know fear
to not let down is the lot of our kind
There is a being that transends us all
there is a purpose being that there is a one...
the one
This one is above you all
this one is the one divine
this one is the failure of the black
to eliminate the highest: I
And now two become
all that they were meant to become
the projected destiny awakens sleeping giants
with hope to be of the kind: red
The blade of Shrilarsh carries the weight of failure in the eyes of man now burnt from their heads
the truth of reality is that only one can see that what was only meant to be seen by the one
And now two become all that they were meant to become
And their hope to be
Will be humbled by me
(Jill:)
You are the sun that splits the clouds and dries the tears of mine
You are the sweet wind that carries me away and envelopes my soul
And lo the splendour, and lo the tranquility
of one last stand outside perdition
the rains came today, again