Little peaces of paper
yellow...by the wrath of time
sit in a marble casket
in the eternal wave of light.

Next beside it lies a mortal
in this cold coffin he lies
his face is white, pale
and bloody tears flow from his eyes

In the this world of agony and madness
the kings make it revolve,
The warriors defend what will once be
and what (in the past) once was...
so that the workers in they`r glow and splendor
can make true works of master piece evolve.

I lie back into my coffin
with those peaces of paper
forever my friends
It was always right in front of me
but I could never understand...