Tragic world, you stole my heart,
With venganced love, you are.
Where in rest, is a golden nest.
And wings to soar so far.

The moon, its light lies gently cold.
The stars but burning out.
The universe aged and old.
Its death but such a bout.

For if the sun, falls and burns,
Emotion of the earth.
The cradled eye of nature churns,
The dragons flamed rebirth.

Its child will sing, on angelic wing,
And chaos becomes the wilted king.
Leading all to death.

For by the sword and gun of man,
The peace shall near to rest.