Idyll Perished - Jang A-reum

Desolate fields, the perfect landscape

So cold, so dark, so gray …

Just the shadow of a coming kingdown

To be built from the ashes of wisdom

The power of the one who transcend the boundaries of life and death

A new world of hate

The creation of an order from chaos

The cradle of reason, of passion,

Of purity, of lust, of pleasure and pain

So i meet my fate at arum’s majestic gates

Perished tears i shed

My beloved idyll, that was always inside me

Barren the seed of my hope long forgotten

Drowned im my turmoil of fate

Still i yearn still a mild dream

Gently weeps the rain

Fallen in sorrow

Sullen again, whith dr