A seeker of the fortune Heir to the throne From the horn of plenty I taste life alone Memories soon disappear Through the haze becomes the twilight An omen for the future The destination lies in sight Even gods in their infinity The immortals fall away Sanctuaries, uncertainty Masterpieces turn to grey In twilight I witness higher fall Leaving from where they once belonged Sands of time forgotten so quick Ages pass as none regret On their knees I see supreme Fade into their mortal place The ending of some passing dream Genocide or higher race Even gods in their infinity The immortals fall away Sanctuaries, uncertainty Masterpieces turn to grey The mighty must now scrape and crawl To keep from losing what was owned
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 17:08:06 +0000
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