Over The Past

Over the past, when our dreams

Grew up in the night,

Over the past, when i was singing

In the moonlight.

Once upon a time, a gathering of adventures

With whom we would make

History in this world of doom.

Fantasy of a new world of liberty,

Fantasy of an illusive and shifting world.

I remember these ruins that we

Called our realms,

Memories of bloody battle fields.

I remember these years

Of complicity,

Memories, on the stage

Of our passion.

When had retreated

On wandering hills,

Seeking escape from the empire;

When, we saw for the first time

The obsidian golem.

When, in your arms we crossed sheneresha,

Whose water shone of precious stones

Where hid odd aquatic creatures.

I imagine a place where the

Oppressed would sleep,

But there's no place without

Asphodels here...

I imagine a world, where fencing

Is only art,

But a new quest is awaiting.

There, a nation of fire to liberate,

An ancient kingdom to restore,

There, the greatest war of all

Time to win.

There, the death of

Thousands of innocents

Whose lives will operate as lead

To carry out tapestry prophecy.