TERRA CRISIUM: 10 The Siege

You know, I hate nobody

I don’t have to shout

undercover of a big sky.

I will take the last boat to the south.

There’s no chance of winning

wars that soldiers didn’t start.

Maybe we could find a way out,

I feel I have many things to say.

See the isolated

shadows-climbing up the city walls.

Where are your arrows?

The horizon doesn’t bring any hope.

You know, I hear the calling.

That’s the sound of dead men’s parade.

Undercover of the dark hour

we will find a black rock over the lake.

Look for your sword,

look for your quill.

Don’t let the Maker leave

without the mirages of our dreams.

TERRA CRISIUM