From the deepest abyss of humanity
From the scornfull limits of the soul
Rises the blissfully damned creature
Whose wings carry the weight of solitude
Sorrow and pain
Whose hands carry the painting brush and the bow and arrows
One colorfull, one stained in blood, others shinning from the smooth golden rays of a morning sun
Whose eyes carry the determination of human race
A myriad of dead burning stars
Awaiting the time of the breaking dawn
For it to show the darkest and brightest final act
To show life and death