Keraton Fortress

You feel your hair

Stetched by the wind in run,

They're plating with the tongues of fire,

Chasers, already in your back.

You can't keep cool

Hearing the seconds wearing on,

Only five minutes to complete

The escape from the keraton

You bleed yourself

With the ground, like dust,

So you baffle the wanders

Rolling in front of them.

Like a sheaf of light

You file on the walls

And like a shadow you can pass

The exit gates of keraton

Fortress, prison of my youth

Fortress, static keeper of my time

You shut him up

Into your shiny metal walls,

You forced him

In the cold of your towers.