On a dark, gloomy night
When all is not right...

Shimmering gold
Gliding through the sky...

When I was little
I felt so many things...

As tears stream down
My filthy face...

Like the swaying of the trees
you whisper in my ear...

The oldest thing of man
Would be the words...

How much
Is a life worth...

*A dragon roars in pain
Weeling away...

Layers of dust
The smell of must...

Feathers of white
Float around me...

How I wish,
I could tell you what I feel...

An ancient tune
A pounding beat...