SPIRITS

Spirits hiding restless in the shadows of the sun
Praying for the moonlights after them to come

Waiting in a corner, an old man sits tiered of live
For the end to come, in this live now is he waiting!

After he saw from the sands of time empires raising
He is remembering the wish of old days waited after

Knowing the past controlling the present for the future
Standing, he hadn’t chose that way with this knowing

In his finale hour now the sands of time are running
Like in the despaired battles for freedom he fought in!

Thousands of battles fought on the side of the light,
He with the sole darker than the chaos of thousands

The power of the warrior comes for the soul
The sole of the darkness guides the power

Lost of his kind solitary man great warrior
Warrior from the kind of the noble paladins
Paladins of the light in this world dark lost!

Would you fight for the night in the middle of the light?
Would you promote the breaking in the middle of the right?
Would you hail the champion of light from the side of the night?
Would you summon the power of chaos in middle of the fight to aid the light?
These are the questions of the one who hail’s no side only…
Cause the time will arrive you’ll have to choose one of the sides
Would you chouse the light fighting the right