Over the past, when our dreams
Grew up in the night,
Over the past, when i was singing
In the moonlight.

Once upon a time, a gathering of adventures
With whom we would make
History in this world of doom.
Fantasy of a new world of liberty,
Fantasy of an illusive and shifting world.

I remember these ruins that we
Called our realms,
Memories of bloody battle fields.

I remember these years
Of complicity,
Memories, on the stage
Of our passion.
When had retreated
On wandering hills,
Seeking escape from the empire;
When, we saw for the first time
The obsidian golem.

When, in your arms we crossed sheneresha,
Whose water shone of precious stones
Where hid odd aquatic creatures.

I imagine a place where the
Oppressed would sleep,
But there's no place without
Asphodels here...

I imagine a world, where fencing
Is only art,
But a new quest is awaiting.

There, a nation of fire to liberate,
An ancient kingdom to restore,
There, the greatest war of all
Time to win.

There, the death of
Thousands of innocents
Whose lives will operate as lead
To carry out tapestry prophecy.