Tigers of white roam
A neon battlefield.
Facades of glass ring
Castles unreal.
Paradise burns the righteous heart,
With dreams does it slay hope.
A magi’s gift cloaked in gold,
A vast nothingness therein.
Light, landscapes of fire,
A thunderous symphony in fugue.
To the unjust the spoils,
Warrior in truth stands silent.
Fate’s laugh echoes deep,
In the belly of the beast.
Cry’s of purity run mute,
Let the chips fall.
Through fountains of excess,
She rose, beauty of the lake.
Gods grant once perfection,
To glimpse the ethereal plane.
He caresses the petals of the rose,
To his face he lifts her love.
Angel’s feel the scars of men,
His soul aches for her alone.
Away with me to fields of glory,
Flee from Hell’s gate.
Happiness she cannot give,
Time, the enemy of the broken heart.
Gone now, no reason to war,
Empty, he bows to Caesar.
Despite all, he proclaims,
To the last I loved her.