The solemn phantom reappears
Dragging along its deadly spear...
An unknown place.
Where you can always see a familiar face...
Angel wings charred black as coal
From a frail body rise...
Fight fire with water,
And pain with greed...
Always yearn for the lunar dream
It flows and grows inside your vein...
The darkness is closing in
I feel the temptation near...
I'd be nice to look out the window
See the birds chirp so beautifully...
Rage perching on death itself,
In the form of a dragon...
Through the forest of trees,
That sway in the wind...
A blood-line older than the ages
A secret as old as time...
Fiery mass tumbles to the ground,
The building collapses and everyone dies...
[A pale ode from my teenage years to Moorcock's...
A thousand worlds have I seen...