At the end of the road there is a light,
covering the innermost feeling so tight.
Unlocking the mystery of this awful night;
let the wings shine, strengthened with all might.
The soul is lost in the middle of nowhere,
unleashing the sense and the mind power.
Kissing the wind that belongs to father,
Scattered memories are painted everywhere.
The face of reality is continuously fading out,
personality is chained with lust and doubt.
Slowly dying and embracing the drought,
awakened by a powerful and glorious shout.
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