12 acessos
Climbing the hill of disillusion
Suffering the pain of this journey
All the sorrow flows into the valley
And from high I contemplate...
I fade reminding that vengeance is an empty cup
While the nectar's taste vanishes away from my lips
The betrayer soul that guides me until here
Now disappears, hides from me...
I search, already tired, for the amulet
That will bring me back home, but
Enfeebled I numb, and forget that the end
Becomes dimmer as the time passes