Fantasy-Moonlyght

Fantasy - Moonlyght ... And when he woke up it was fantasy He felt the joy of a thousand dreams Yes, fly over the mountain of shadows And shine without shame, without misery Forming the pride of this fairy land He was the one who betrayed the pain From the world of the dead, returning with strength With the day, with the night, triumphantly Into the frost but with fire in his eyes He used to be the king of this realm In An nightly embrace, in tranquillity Oh... it was fantasy Oh... it was only fantasy... When only dreams fall upon the light of dawn When only, shame comes from the sun But still we are blind... Submerged by nothingness... Fly away... The warrior fights the hours of darkness While glory still burn inside But with a touch of sadness Begins to drown... Begins to drown... He falls into the deepest slumber No light to save his poor soul Only total darkness and black misanthropy To reign in his once beautiful kingdom... ... And when he came back it was reality He felt the pain of a thousand wounds Yes, go through the mountain of shadows And bleed with all shame, with all misery... The earth is raped by our filthy seeds And worthless beliefs