Calling...

Siting on these rooftops,talking,looking down upon the rush of life,seeing those demons follow their victim,seeing the flash of deaths schyte - makes me wonder...why don't we build stairs,why don't we enjoy,why do we ruin...Return of the age should come again,return of meaning should return...Last of the great kings are trying desperatly to hold their kingdom,it's falling apart,what once we held so dearly to us,is now an everyday object,we have betrayed our roots...Nature,strike again,deal blows to our nation,make them see,make them feel,destroy what doesn't belong,because I long for my return...


''Brother,you droped your sword,you look tired,let us fight another day my friend...''