| Over the past, when our dreams |
| Grew up in the night, |
| Over the past, when i was singing |
| In the moonlight. |
| Once upon a time, a gathering of adventures |
| With whom we would make |
| History in this world of doom. |
| Fantasy of a new world of liberty, |
| Fantasy of an illusive and shifting world. |
| I remember these ruins that we |
| Called our realms, |
| Memories of bloody battle fields. |
| I remember these years |
| Of complicity, |
| Memories, on the stage |
| Of our passion. |
| When had retreated |
| On wandering hills, |
| Seeking escape from the empire; |
| When, we saw for the first time |
| The obsidian golem. |
| When, in your arms we crossed sheneresha, |
| Whose water shone of precious stones |
| Where hid odd aquatic creatures. |
| I imagine a place where the |
| Oppressed would sleep, |
| But there’s no place without |
| Asphodels here… |
| I imagine a world, where fencing |
| Is only art, |
| But a new quest is awaiting. |
| There, a nation of fire to liberate, |
| An ancient kingdom to restore, |
| There, the greatest war of all |
| Time to win. |
| There, the death of |
| Thousands of innocents |
| Whose lives will operate as lead |
| To carry out tapestry prophecy. |