Light is the darkness, darkness the light. Life is death, as death is life. Black is white and white is black... in the end all is equal as all is fair, yet never is it right... for good is evil and evil, good, this is the way all is shattered as all is fixed...
Crul is the fait of the world, merciless the guiding hand of destiny... the crossroads of uncertainty... sea's of ashs, days of night, crimson tears of pain... lost are our souls, wich way should be taken? Up or down, left or right, forwards or back... wich way will not lead to the empty obsess... only fait will tell...
Wondering that wich is... following only a whim... searching now for a forgotten self... only to winde up lost and cursed, this is that wich can not be understood... for I am a wanderer and this is my curse... lost am I to the blowing winds, accursed is one's truest destiny or fait... for all is as it has always been... accursed are we, for loss is our pain.
The shadow's at the end of world's, the nightmare's of the unending dream. The blade of twin fait's and that wich is my seethe. Lost in world's unknown, forgotten are the story's untold. Tainted are the wings of our memory... for futures past shall never be recalled, behold the gates of wich is death.
Iochi Sorra Umai~
