"We are the essence of the world beyond perception,

Force is the outcome of our arms ordained by the unaware,

Blood is the liquid between dreams and life's deception,

Noone will know when we'll raise our swords against the days."



Things existing,

Lifelessly living,

They disclose

The world's appearance



Things existing,

Bloodlessly pulsing

In the stream

Of time's procession.



Thoughts forgotten,

Seeming asleep,

They'll awake

In drapes unthought.



Thoughts that vanished,

Ended in smoke,

Will return

And fear they'll stoke.