the harpy's death scream screeches out
while the thunder horses march behind
tripping over roots of rotted earth

blinded by the blackened sky

run to the foot hill

our hearts fill with despair
fear the golden dawn
the mystic's come upon us

riding on white mares
hope is all but lost


with a single move
our pistols find our hands
but their barrier reflects

the last effort of our final stand

hopeless, this world has abandoned me

our lives begin in the dark
relive, all my memories
black out, from this world disembark


you left this world so unsure
you left this world so young

new eyes arise