Through the fog, treasuring wanderers, A single will taking its breath. Among ruins and quiet creaks, Dethroned possibilities linger in depth. Among helpless tattered remnants, The wanderers render their account... Render their account... ...one... behind... me... sighed. In quiet impulses... they see me now, THEY SEE YOU NOW Through the ashes I am reborn. From the dust... reborn... ...they sense my presence in the dark... The stealthy wanderers move like an indefinite flutter, Leaving no blessed footprints for return. ...one... behind... me... sighed. .. I wait within the fog... .. perpetual and deep... Tame... TREASURE! Feign... ENVY! Sins... one... behind me... forgot. Through shreds of mist, dethroned possibilities pulse again, PULSE AGAIN! While the echo of lost steps divides and flows. No footprint carved in stone, no trace of a return, Only the pulse of a distant breath, where the dark fog grows. ... I wait within the shadows! ... eternal memory holds the key! Feel... HUSH! Rise... DESIRE! Sins... one... behind me... set me free No lament remains within the ashes, Only the sceptre... ...of the one who learned to rise. The wanderers surrender to the wind, And the reflection... MEETS MY EYES! ...one... behind... me... reached my side! Through the ashes, through the fog, whole again! Forever mine... Forever mine... Mine.
