Carven

A world like this

we never before have seen

A prism in which the

shadows are all dispelled

- THE LIGHT IS SCARPENED!

ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE LIGHT

We are not so far away from home

We are leaving again

Are you the one who will bleed my tears

of will my enchantment

burst once again?

Burst under your horrific words?

We do not seek to be the source

of your spells of sadness

I seek and I find my power to

creation, deliberation to expulsion

Do not sense, but see, my falsification

While I know this, I do not longer know

All there is, the taste of blood

AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE

THERE IS HOPE

FOR AN END