Legends - Diary of Dreams

Call viper’s son

Fear the suns of my horizons

Sequential movements in reverse

Paradise denies its treasure

A higher dose regains the silence

«Ambiguous», the wiseman said

Virgin-white my pale disguise

The traitor is still alive

Legends rise

And Legends falls

Little lies

As we know all

Eyes — a stare and I don’t care

Milk glass distorts my view

Deliver me to my reality

You cannot kill, what cannot die

Avoid the touch my cold body

Avoid to fall into my eyes

Creatures shiver and preachers lie

My legend’s not a lullaby

So unfair, as this life is