Dead spaces   Ruins of morality   Old scars   Smouldering remains of energy   And a crystal like a Lotos Flower   My consciousness      The Army - they are a few   Because those who have the fight within   And faces pale white   Pass away too often      The enemy seems to be powerfull   And it is easier not to provoke him      Cowards!   The Might you know not!      The Path of Enlightment marked with tears   Will not go back anymore      The Art   Is not to get lost in a vicious dance   In a maze of turnings   Mirages   Unreliability      Once   There was something   Taken away from me   I fought   Once I won   The victory redeemed with blood      Many had to die   I am ashamed of a shadow of doubt   I have been not esteemating      The Might!      Once I was given something   In the Black of the Night   I was dazzeled by the Gleam of its Blackness   And the Trees were bowing down before It      Now when they are asleep   Dream takes their senses away   And plays with their thoughts   In the Kingdom of Dream   There is no place for them      How much time will flow   Before I finish the Dukedom   I am not able to know      This I know   It will be Ye Entrancemperium...