Child of a fantasy
Demon of tyrants
Soil of atrocities
Mirror of sin

Once in a while when the drainedaways dream
Of your speech as an eternal truth,
Noone will notice the venomous scheme,
Blinding inside your existenceless youth

Instable idol of several's fathers,
Deceptive idyll in unseen ideas,
Fatal without being real, a chimera
Of mania in garments of light