Argiaren Hiria
Sorotan Bele
City of Light
The march of eighty thousand
A fascinating death for me
I had already known it
The bright light of the heart
Only five days were
To see the city of light
I had enough and more
To love such things
But now I have tied hands
To calm the desire of the soul
I want the impossible treasure
It's too late to go back
In all the memories that I start
I see a huge tower
The eyes are full of tears
With a breath of air
I now have a long journey in my head
Isn't it too much for me
It could be too late
To revive an old dream now
But now the hands are
