"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