It was my quest, it was my fight
I'm the last alive but bleeding
I'm walking on this endless road that goes to nowhere
Losing control, I'm lost in the forest
Hopeless life
( an old man suddenly came )
The hermit :
I give you that phial, magic fluid for you to heal
For you to be safe from this dangerous forest
Then you'll find a way... You can face up to your enemy
The Lord :
But my wound still bleeds...
( the liquid make him sleep and dream )
I'm now somewhere else in front of that unfeeling man I've fought
Don't know wether it's true or not but he looks at me with pride and disdain
(about the hermit )
Did he made a fool of me ?
I felt into the trap...
I have no choice I have no voice
To scream out my pain, to choose my own way...
The mind :
What you see is not real
Appearing in a desert in front of my enemy
Light's growing, Light's floating around me...
Blue sky, Golden sand, full moon.
Light leads to you, darkest skies, spirits hearing his calling
Witchcraft to kill me. An dthis snake is about to bite ( me )