My nights have suddenly become,
My most ambitions song of my days.
Spending in absolute darkness I see them,
Wealthy and in action,
And I dream on.......
There is not much on TV these days,
But i Still spend my nights for them,
Thinking the next moment to be my next best shot.
But I fail, Critics have no other business, they lie, they fake.
But they say they are real, righteous beasts.
Meanings are no longer meant to say, what meanings suppose,
But they scream out in an obscene way of the night,
The beast stays asleep for the night, but i stay awake thinking, planning.....
What will I do, I am just the last one of my clan,
The remorse that feels in my blood, with hunger in my guts.
My nights are just another statement i shall make to you,
take the right way or the left,
I am here to stay, the rise shall happen, soon......
with me an entire force of righteous, the doomed shall no no longer be cursed.
My time is to begin.......
The nights ......the time i spend with you,
will all go down in history, with that sweet sound of melody flowing down my eyes,
in gold and silver i shall be adorned, the king that i shall be,
the ruler of kingdoms unknown, undisputed, with no count,
Now i speak to all, call out to you my forces, stand for me now or never.....
But i shall still keep calling, spending my nights with you, the keys will lead me to glory.
The two hands that cut me shall be called heroes,
My prophesy is yet to come true.....
