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| − | + | ===Desert=== | |
| − | < | + | Empty desert,<br> |
| − | + | Plants dried out<br> | |
| − | + | Life escaped<br> | |
| − | + | From this place<br> | |
| − | + | Dead stones, dead bones.<br> | |
| − | + | Lonesome soul, all alone,<br> | |
| − | + | Wandering around.<br> | |
| + | The burden is high<br> | ||
| + | Cracking the spine<br> | ||
| + | Can't survive<br> | ||
| + | Creeps forth, has died.<br> | ||
| − | + | ===Blackned Life=== | |
| − | < | + | A light flashes brightly, disclosing<br> |
| − | + | The world, spinning, evermore<br> | |
| − | + | Faster, faster, all is whirling<br> | |
| − | + | Around myself<br> | |
| − | + | I become dizzy at this sight,<br> | |
| − | + | Take out the Light!<br> | |
| − | + | Yet world keeps spinning furthermore.<br> | |
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| − | + | ===On the Lost Ones=== | |
| − | < | + | When grief and hate<br> |
| − | + | Gnaw on the soul,<br> | |
| − | + | When poverty and war<br> | |
| − | + | take their last toll,<br> | |
| − | + | They become monsters,<br> | |
| − | + | Shadows of themselves,<br> | |
| − | + | Fearless without remorse<br> | |
| + | Against each other, or joined together<br> | ||
| + | They fight, but each on his own in the end.<br> | ||
| + | And when they then die,<br> | ||
| + | They won't rest.<br> | ||
| + | The hate keeps haunting them<br> | ||
| + | And pushes them further,<br> | ||
| + | After death,<br> | ||
| + | Until they fade away again.<br> | ||
| − | + | ===Distant Worlds=== | |
| − | < | + | When the waves embrace the coast,<br> |
| − | What will remain of me? | + | Splinter at the rocky shore<br> |
| − | My bones will waste away. | + | with a roar,<br> |
| − | But my soul, will it fade as well? | + | My memories keep coming back,<br> |
| − | Will it stay, bound further | + | Dreaming of distant worlds.<br> |
| − | To this world, to this land, | + | No shore is like the other,<br> |
| − | In a new life? | + | But the ocean is always the same.<br> |
| − | Or roam free from a bodily confinement, | + | |
| − | Free from the chains of time | + | ===Dream of a Soul=== |
| − | On the Eternal Paths? | + | |
| − | It will then know all there is, sees everything, | + | When I die some day,<br> |
| − | Finds answers to each question ever asked. | + | What will remain of me?<br> |
| − | "Where do we come from, where do we go?" | + | My bones will waste away.<br> |
| − | The mysteries of past days. | + | But my soul, will it fade as well?<br> |
| − | To then finally rest with all left, | + | Will it stay, bound further<br> |
| − | At the end of time.< | + | To this world, to this land,<br> |
| + | In a new life?<br> | ||
| + | Or roam free from a bodily confinement,<br> | ||
| + | Free from the chains of time<br> | ||
| + | On the Eternal Paths?<br> | ||
| + | It will then know all there is, sees everything,<br> | ||
| + | Finds answers to each question ever asked.<br> | ||
| + | "Where do we come from, where do we go?"<br> | ||
| + | The mysteries of past days.<br> | ||
| + | To then finally rest with all left,<br> | ||
| + | At the end of time.<br> | ||
[[Category:Enderal-Books]] | [[Category:Enderal-Books]] | ||
[[Category:Enderal-Books-Lore]] | [[Category:Enderal-Books-Lore]] | ||
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Desert
Empty desert,
Plants dried out
Life escaped
From this place
Dead stones, dead bones.
Lonesome soul, all alone,
Wandering around.
The burden is high
Cracking the spine
Can't survive
Creeps forth, has died.
Blackned Life
A light flashes brightly, disclosing
The world, spinning, evermore
Faster, faster, all is whirling
Around myself
I become dizzy at this sight,
Take out the Light!
Yet world keeps spinning furthermore.
On the Lost Ones
When grief and hate
Gnaw on the soul,
When poverty and war
take their last toll,
They become monsters,
Shadows of themselves,
Fearless without remorse
Against each other, or joined together
They fight, but each on his own in the end.
And when they then die,
They won't rest.
The hate keeps haunting them
And pushes them further,
After death,
Until they fade away again.
Distant Worlds
When the waves embrace the coast,
Splinter at the rocky shore
with a roar,
My memories keep coming back,
Dreaming of distant worlds.
No shore is like the other,
But the ocean is always the same.
Dream of a Soul
When I die some day,
What will remain of me?
My bones will waste away.
But my soul, will it fade as well?
Will it stay, bound further
To this world, to this land,
In a new life?
Or roam free from a bodily confinement,
Free from the chains of time
On the Eternal Paths?
It will then know all there is, sees everything,
Finds answers to each question ever asked.
"Where do we come from, where do we go?"
The mysteries of past days.
To then finally rest with all left,
At the end of time.
