A cool wind blows on a hot summer night
The forces of good and evil will soon fight
On one side, there is fire in the eyes
Soon before, the light within dies.
Conceived by the condition of the world, lost.
Death, hatred, misery at all cost
Deception, imagry and tricks
Living in a world as of made of roses, all pricks.
A cool wind blows on a hot summer night
The two forces unite
They become one, but still, eventualy will destroy the bond
The struggle within me will go on
Blessed be the darkness and fright,
For bringing me the light