What was denied from poor
I thought to be riches
I run
Still searching for my way
The right way to be
Still pondering
What
On his trail the stones they grew
He was lead astray
Forces
Only one can make me do my good deeds
Only one
I am of crimson blood
Nought shall hold me
Mirror mine the
Mother wept for her son
She wept and sang
Anxiously pondered fate
His
Far from here, a house forsaken
On lands of yesterday
The silence
A day’s light told me of my son’s fate
The sun
I set out on the longest road
To seek the answers
I have known the arcane lore
On strange roads such visions
A mind dejected, blood boiling with anger
the storm of the
