Mirage Of Moira

Wake to black
Men of faith
Dream to mirage
Veritys trade.

Never was and never shall be
Salvation path nor hells prophecy.

Search for bless or curse
Your fall was never signed in birth
Hollow world fallow
In lifeless soil no fresh seeds grow
Manking glimpse of light
Between empty shades of void
Dead past for mind from chaos vast.

No design, false or divine
Quest for portent of the inane sign
Never prepare hope of despair
Another dawn is dream that folls revere.

Wake to black
Men of faith
Dream to mirage
Veritys trade
Blight of stars
Beacons veiled.

No reward beheading sword
Deeds of man never yield award
No brightness hides realms behind
Shades mere echoes of your chains inside.

Never was and never shall be
Slavation path nor hells prophecy
Never was and never shall be
Promised land nor eternity.