• Sitting on top of the world
    Now falling for bloodlust
    All of a sudden, everything is dark
    Following a path, I must
    Loss of a position
    Nothing but a blood elf
    The corrupted sanity
    Has erupted within myself

    The new year is heading
    A third battle on my way
    There is nothing I find shredding
    It's not too easy for me to say.
    Standing out of the window
    No shadows lies beneath my feet
    Morning time is always too dark and cloudy
    There will be nothing but rain and sticky sleet.

    No divine intervention
    Passion of the light cuts short
    The torrential downpour begins
    I'm on my way to a port.
    If everyone else has no memo
    I'm tossing the light
    Life isn't like a big time demo
    The dark passion will cut me off from sight.

    One sacrifice
    A better life
    Longing for a son
    And a great wife
    The loss is already at hand
    The chains within me still remain
    The fallen passion is more than a grain of sand
    I'd rather leave nothing in vain

    Sitting below the levels while it snows
    A fierce hot wind never blows
    In the spring, a flower petal
    In the summer, a passion of metal
    Years to conquer
    Another fall from grace right on a hill
    The sundrop settling into sight
    And nothing hides in an everlasting windmill

    Emerging underground
    No seasons exist there
    A heat burns a part of my passion
    All I see is nothing but a fiery lair.
    Seeing the meadows once again
    Seeing the risen grow with each inch
    Shall it continue
    The passion will be as wise as Atticus Finch

    One star that falls
    Another flies by
    The clock will strike twelve
    There is nothing more than being too sly.
    No more losses
    Yet, I speak in the mountain blue
    No more being the next fallen one
    My hands are covered in the sky's dew.

    The end is unknown
    The epilogue is yet to be found
    A drop of passion
    Means a life without sound
    The seven wonders in the sky
    No more shall I descend
    Of all the many comets that fly
    The risen passion is to one day ascend.