In this dark harvest of season
My life completely lost its reason,
For which or against to decide
All lost in a savage, bleak tide.

In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.

A spear, endless, and colossal
Through my head, reaches from heaven to hell,
The armies within, fighting, burning
In my head, crying, crashing.

Not merely mine
It is the choice of Way,
An option of the voice
It is a thin line of gray.

Nothing that I do shall matter
All things will eventually shatter!
Scattering my hopes, darkness shoves me a decree
It wants to win and to take over me.

“Only with me shall you strive
With my help, survive,
And achieve paradise
In illusion’s disguise!”

“To my terms, should you agree
Make this pact of soul with me,
I offer not deprivation, only salvation
Sign here, in the name of revolution.”

Winning me, it makes me agree
Only to be greeted with a treacherous glee,
Darkness enshrouding, standing over me
“With the light here once and for all undone
You and I shall become one!”

A storm of shadows, ice and fire
Danced around with glee,
The Krono-ring encapsulated me.
My wings turned to ash
My heart covered in frost

And all I ever wished, was to be free.