AMIDST THE PATH OF LUCRATIVE WINGS,
TORTUROUS WINDS AND REDUNDANT BEINGS
DIVERTED BY THE GLOOMY HOLLOW
MISTAKING TO BE MACBRE AND MELLOW
THE NIGHT REIGNS WHEN THE BEAST SINGS.

FROM DEVILS IN LABYRINTH TO SOLISTIC SAINTS,
RED DUNGEONS TO MAJESTIC MOUNTAINS
AND ONLY TO SEEK THE TRUE AND TORRID
TO BE FREE OF THE HAZARDS AND HORRID
DIDN'T WE MAKE BLOOD FOUNTAINS?

WE ALL HAVE TAKEN A PRISTINE BOW
TO JIGGLE,JUST AND JOVIALLY GO,
YET THE CLOUDS BLUR THE HEAVENS
THE SHADOWS SHALLOW THE CRUST
TORN ROCKS,ROGUES AND POMPOUS RUST
TELL ME WHERE DO I GO NOW?