The pain in my soul
feels so horribly awful...

My thoughts are so empty
my mind is so blank...

The pack of wolves descends on the flock with a...
destroying what trace of serenity remained...

Conform to the reality
release your motivation...

Magical hatred flows through veins
hands infected with it's ambrosia...

Watching others through pains of glass
their life contrasts my emptiness...

Thousands running through the trees
fire burning a path through the madness...

Falling through the light
its power slowly fades...

I run a ragged race
my steps come tired and sloppy...

So sinous in its twisting ways
the smoke it's shape forms...

Fly through the air
a soft "pfft" in my hands made...

God of the earth,
god of the land...