No more tears,
I\'ll weep,
To conciliate my Destiny,
For my Scepter is not,
Made of glass;
No more rebukes,
I will attach,
To remind my Duty,
For my Evolution does not,
Reside on Hatred;
Fire never extinguishes fire,
And dirty water is never drunk up,
For no one is able to smell,
The blood of their failure;
I can only arise,
Between my laugh and my dance;
Life becomes hard when,
My own perceives so,
And Time is only an excuse,
To believe I\'m worthy;
Even following a constant routine is,
Willing to be seen,
As a temple within;
I cannot die again;
I cannot whisper another oath,
To feel the same blade;
The wound keeps bleeding,
If Roughness persists on,
And I wanna be ready,
To crush black petals,
On a red soil;
I\'m willing to awake,
A new dawn!
For my ears are already listening,
To the rise of a singing night!
Behold the mankind\'s eyes,
The Flame burns it all up,
For the Spirit is able,
To open up Hearts.