Ancient Verses

Once there was myth and mystery

Now we destroy our ancient verse

Our history

The eyes of my comrades watching

They haunt me

Dream a sinking ship in waters green

Death down to fate

My sacrifice

Sorrow fathoms deep

The vision of a golden country

It haunts me

Dome of fragile glass：hunger to thieve

Children shelter in paper arms

Stolen refugees

The torture to confess not to betray

Love Ministry

Cold hearted secrets lie mute in ice

No tongue to speak

What's always been and always it shall be lost to lies

These icy tongues of wordless thoughts

They've never been and never they shall be