A coward dreamer

Standing in circle, bound by their fate,

With purposes more wicked than the devil's gate.

How many scars must burden their skin,

That their breath still breathes in face of their sin?

Can I truly run and take her away?

Is it the only way they don't sacrifice their pray?

And I hear her screams in vivid echoes,

Will her opal pupils end up breaking, like a frozen rose?

I now have a sword in my hands, the size of her guitar.

Call me Ades as you watch from afar.

Let me be temerous, let me be wild, as my dignity shows!

Tear me to pieces, rip me apart, as my freedom goes!

Why am I standing with the eyes I just opened?

Take them from me as I escape this dark omen!

My sword is gone as I am a coward dreamer.

Her silouhette fades, as my hopes get muffled in the mouth of a screamer.