Once,
When clouds were grey
A lonesome child was born
On his eyes was carved
A soul too big for the World to fit with.
On his glare
Human bugs forecasted a lonely grave.
A silent burial
With no cherished ones
To cry for him.
Only the sky weeps
For the loss of an angel
And breeze freezes the breath
Of those who walk Herat
Upon the withered grass
Of this Valley of Tears
He watches people wanting to be him
But he founds himself
Hating to be what he is
Wishing to be someone else
Or someone less.

Come around, come with me
Maybe in other life
You will free yourself from solitude.
This is the chant of the triumphant
Come, child, come with me
Underneath my wings you’ll be safe
Away from sorrow
And human wickedness.

They looked at you
Like you were the highest of kings
You looked at them
Like a goal you cannot afford
Indeed things are that way
You do not belong to their World
You are all alone,
And so do I.
Because we’ve succeeded
If you yield your Heart
It’ll be mercilessly torn apart.

We are the Forsaken Legion
Our souls are rabbits.

You must hate
Feel hatred from the bottom of your Heart
Make it grow and live inside of you
So they can’t hurt you.
You see,
Stars are so distant to each other.
Look deeper
You are there, on the Moon
In the infinite horizon
That silver eye
Always watching us
There is nothing
As great as the Moon.

Your soul is a rabbit
Sniffing the bouquets of innocence
Just what we have lost.
And our World is so ugly now.

Do not stop climbing
Don’t you look down
There is an evil crowd beneath
Waiting to see you fall.
It’s on their grins
On their eyes.
They will fling stones
And it will ache so much
But you’ve got to keep on climbing
Forget the crowd
Glory will be yours
Once you reach the pinnacle.
But something shall never change
You shall forever stand by yourself
Alone as I
Don’t Cry
It’s worthless
I also want to cry,
And think of it every cold morning
When dew blurs the World
Soaked in tears
So salty and warm
I also wish to have a gentle lap
So warm, where I can fall asleep
Forever…

I think of it every morning
When dew blurs the World
Then I start to cry.