Thy Majestie Out The Edge
It took a second, residues of guilt are still clear,
Hammering my soul.
And a knife can cut oceans of words,
But cannot cut all my fears.
If only I had power, temper and strength,
Enough to stop this reel.
Every heart-beat of mine makes me think of the ones,
Who died here for me.
It's hard to face iniquity.
Drama and sorrow,
Merging mind and soul,
Inside, a growth of,
Belief and faith.
When every hope has come to die,
We've fall out the edge.
Another second, explosions were back,
On the last place I set my defences,
A rain of fire, and my last desires mixing regrets,
And rage.
I had to destroy this place by myself,
And now I'm waiting to perish.
With dishonour I'm losing this war,
"You won" my evil enemy.
It's hard to face iniquity.
Drama and sorrow,
Merging mind and soul,
Inside, a growth of,
Belief and faith.
When every hope has come to die,
We've fall out the edge.