Under The Autumn Tree

It was on a late rainy night, many years ago

I was born under the autumn tree of November

My hans were so little and my eyes so small

Years have passed by and still I do not know

What happened, what became of that infant

That laid in a cradle of October leaves

As I look inside my inner cosmos, and open the door

To my soul I can see the battle that rages

Look at the flowers that died, the feeble words

Of this sick humanity that wants to take my pride

Then there was that voice in the land of dreams

Who told me that I am the pillar of a new era

The more I wrote, the more I read, the more I thought

Every piece of my dreamland became that much clearer

From that day forward, I knew who I was...

Stand for me...

Bow for me...

Bleed for me...

Pray for me...

I still remember the pain

The wounds…still remain

I crowned myself immortal

My path to glory shall be endless

I rule the dead...

I rule my life...

I rule your life...

I rule over the red...

As the night swallowed my soul

I felt the power I behold

No one stands up to me anymore

I gave my hand in a salute to death...