Prince of Void25 Feb 2007
Iâm far away from the claws of the dark city
Iâm heading to the firestorm
And the summer wind tries to creep beside me
Iâm going slowly against the sitting sun
My eyes will be the flame of a candle
The Candle burn at both ends
Iâm pursuing the best ends
By my beginning knows my end
However Iâm crossing the horizons of Mysterious silence
Itâs more like outlook of my life