Dreams of misty Babylon, of moonlit deserts
Of tales of knights of the infinite sands...
A streak of blue
Sad but true...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
The will to live
The will to exist...
Beauty..
Tempting...
The fire burns in the sky
The moon still shines light...
Good night
Lay to rest in the twilight...
Hidden deep in the woodlands,
Near where a river flows...
Myths, legends and fables,
Roman, Nordic and Greek...
In the dark domain of Nightmaria,
Nothing truly is as what it seems...
You clarion not friendships broken,
To you ill-will is never spoken...