The Forgotten Soul

"Blood thirst of lands and foe,
Where agonies and freedom wants to grow,
Emerging with the wind where truth reigns,
The echoes of the past said out loud to be free.

Lyre of the land where sorrow spread,
Like the thunderbolts of the sky of hated limbs,
Where the poisonous dome of the past death,
And freedom recall to reign to cast a sword of Justice.

Blood thirst of agonies to be freed,
Where the past chants to show the deeds,
Like the whirlwind int eh sea and ocean bliss,
where true colors of the winds starts to chase.

Coldness of the dark eyes,
Where fiercer agony of death rise,
In the wild where only the brave could see,
Where Justice emerged in the wind and sea.

Gracious heart of dismay and agony,
Where hatred grows to make free will be free,
Where the unjust needs to be killed,
Where the innocents nedeth to be free.

Like in the lion cage where the victims cry,
Like the sea breeze that was strong that chants,
Where the road is swaying because of unjust,
Where true power of the Universe starts to cast.

Emblem of the Night is the stars,
In the dominion of chaos where truth will shines,
Killing every senses of the evil kingdom at hand,
Like the storm in the sky that can bring every burden to rise.

Fire and freedom that can chased a thousand miles,
Can kill even the thousand storm in the sky,
Where even land formations will not be the same,
In the true power of what True Justice means."