The greatest of an ancient and glorious race am I,
Cast down into shadow in days of wars long gone...
I wrote this because i always felt like i was that...
She sat there crying silver tears...
The elfin faeries dance in the meadow,
Their silken feet, their delicate legs moving on...
I closed my eyes and slipped away
To another place another day...
Enslaved to the Gods to do this one thing,
to spool every life to its own string...
You seem to fly above everyone else.
The pain that people have caused you...
My words are fuelled by misery
My tears are stained with guilt...
When I was young
I'd look up at the sky...
Flying high above the world,
Spewing flames of brimstone...
There was, however, one quality of Leandro's...
Despite the consequences thereafter, I refused to...
From a tower of despair,
that scars the sky...
I stand here and watch like I have done for many...
This soul has cried an ocean worth of tears...