I know that in time i’m not right

In a blink will all be history

Cause time is restless

And sun will shine

This moment is the sweetest thing

But now I’m far and gone

Into the fog of your memory

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,

Why you never see bright colors on my back,

And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.

Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

 

My soul is dark, as the day of doom.

I’m the seeker. I’m the invisible one, child of the dreans

Born in nightmare.

Forever sign with the destiny of being keeper of the asleep.

I give you the sand, so in your drean, you have where to walk.

I give you the words, so you have how to speak.

I give you consciousness, so you now the fear.

Someday, you will…