The triangle of life

Ancient moon
lower sun
rise again like we once
were used to see you do,
What if the pale moonlight is now frozen
and evaporated?
What if the small child raised by madmen is now dying?
Sulvation follows
Suprise destilled.

The time has come
to enter the dreamless night.
Why, oh Ancient moon
lower sun
rise again like we once
were used to see you do,
What if the pale moonlight is now frozen
and evaporated?
What if the small child raised by madmen is now dying?
Sulvation follows
Suprise destilled.

The time has come
to enter the dreamless night.
Why, oh why was I dead?
Where are the glorious dragonhunters?
Where are their cold, bloody, fragile weapons?
Resemble your life
recall upon your ancient aeonic wisdom
observe the healing of a wound.

Yes, at last!
I'm free from her curse...
I need to celebrate in an ancient mountain
No limits or supervisors are seen there?
Read my lips as I speak.
Death's shadow has left the palace of my birth
Death himself has proclaimed retreat.
Where are the jewls of relentlessness?
Music heard, poems read,
Rich echoes from the past
The time has come again to choose
Yes or no? Life or death?
Love or war?
Yes!
life and love!
despare and soft, cool and overbinding
A manipulated consiousness?
Victory over my friends
the ring of fire is no more,
light and dark
so what the fυck?

Be ourselves, they said
they told us to be prepared,
Ha! Who? The unprepaired?

Awaken again, undreamt,
divine spirit, show yourself!
Make your glorious, valiant move.
Laugh like a madman,
sing like a bard of another era,
Remember the age of fire?
Choose your crew to enter the cave.
Enter in our dreams and deliver us
the food the food that we have not yet tasted.
Unlike me
is he
and it.
The lion urged with might
Like a united, colourful, ascented dragon's head
it's hair glows in each movement,
it's teath are sharp, like
the queen of blade's nails.

\"You can fly without wings?
You? Hahaha!
I believe you...
I'll laugh myself dead if you can! ...!\"

He, or probably \"it\",
that little man of work, of law and money
doesn't believe the so called unbelievable.

Aigis, sea of lies
picture my need on your waves
So, try to find why
there is a lie.

Yes, my friend I was dead and reborn.
I was nailed and cut,
I was haunted and lost.
I ached, I was insane.
How would my children be?
Would they be the ones to wait
for the \"summer rain\"?
Is there a summoning forest?
Where are the wizards?
Where are the druids?
I rode the road of pain
still, I had nothing to gain
I swam the lake of seakness
I almost drowned myself.
Where should I go now, pal?

West?

East?

North?

South?

Is it just me or am I confused with the benimbling softness of lunacy?

Take your gear and follow me.
I'll follow your advise, my friend
but also mine...

I'll go west
but also north.

To the land ! of dark, rain and stress.
To bring order to the disordered?
Pah, nope, forget it man, I won't...
I'll live my life 'till the end,
i'll drink myself into the tasty
drink of the aple.
They knew why they ate it.

Hahahahaha!

Now it's getting clearer to me. Yes!

Yeah!Yeah!Yeah!
That's the triangle of life!

fυck, fυck and fυck all around
again and again.
And do you know who ?
Hahehehe.... Her, the growing monster of flying wichcraft!
This is it!
Peace at last!
...

Ancient buildings are no more.

Have a quiet trip back home soldier!
You're not needed anymore.

Farewell brother!


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