Wild Seed
Opera
If winged illusions invade your mind,
Bring them to reality
Because when you are living a dream
Dying is to wake up and open your eyes
Fight, into the time...
Believe in your sword
Fight, fight for your life,
Like, your last sun... shine
Victim of the dangerous innocence
Aprisioned by the conscience walls
The same fear that keeps him safe,
Turns him victim of his own destiny
Now the shine of the night,
And the weeping of souls
Break the silence of the darkness,
And burn my soul
Look at the young old warrior,
His effort and all his way
Deciphered in his sad face,
Perpetuated by the time
Why Lord, they want to take my life.
Why is this my world?
Why lord, why do I lose my life?
By the blade of the sword
