Ancient Verses -

Once there was myth and mystery

Now we destroy our ancient verse, our history

The eyes of my comrades watching, they haunt me

Dream a sinking ship in waters green

Death down to fate

My sacrifice, sorrow fathoms deep

The vision of a golden country, it haunts me

Dome of fragile glass: hunger to thieve

Children shelter in paper arms, stolen refugees

The torture to confess not to betray, Love Ministry

Cold-hearted secrets lie mute in ice, no tongue to speak

What’s always been and always it shall be lost to lies

These icy tongues of wordless thoughts

They’ve never been and never they shall be