Condition tomorrow

With visions inlaid


The priest stands to our right


A princess is mine




The regress of some minds


Further chase the prize

Pretentious you follow


Religion is mine




Anger precedes my footsteps


Haunting past comes into head


Horizon seems so far away

This life close to end of days





Kill and I will be damned

Forgive and I will be free





Unify the eyesight

Grow