Going to the abyss
To collect the winter flowers
Blindly wishing for flying lies
My sins were so much better
Never mind the witch hunt
Performing a catastrophe
Saving the dynasty
Seeking to disembarrass
Praying for decaying thoughts
Never had a chance
Losing the sight of worthy enemies
Beyond the wayside
Saving the will-o'-the-wisp
Die hard and even more
Putting the venom in the air
As the cup of the empire
Discarded and worn-out
Walking away from worthless tears
To prove the power of hope
Not awed by the dreary sky.
