Obscured by the Mists of Oblivion

Forgive me, my Princess
I've searched beyond all meridians
I've searched for you
But I've been lost, my love
In the mists of oblivion
Where there is no light nor darkness
My way obscured by sorrow
Yes I know
The flesh should not be missed
It is transient
The spirit lives forever
So until I find you
I will search
With Innocence
Love
Faithfullness
I will search
And I will find you
Once again
I promise

Nothing for them

Living in condemnation
They die
25,000 every day
750,000 per month
8.5 million per year
Children die from starvation
No salvation
No hope
Just death and dying
Bleeding and crying
While the western world grows fat
Upon the spoils of the wars
Of the rest of the world
Fighting over the scraps
Remaining

The Field Awaits the Reaper

The harvest waits
Redemption begins
But the trauma of birth
The sowing is remembered
The point of being kept sacred
Humanity's December put off
By the knowledge of the harvest
Delayed
The harvest waits
We are compelled
To begin again
For who knows when
The sun will shine
Again like this
So warmly

The Other Side

We see nothing but that which is before us
They see through time
Staring into the dreamscape
Our sleeping world is silent
They are able
To enter the other side
We are waiting for the moment
When creation is quiet
But the ravens watch
And see through
The veil of reality
Replacing the mists of naught
And see the truth

ворон
Watari karasu
Corbeau
Cuervo
Fhiaigh