Will I reveal the darkness out of light,
remind the passion’s glory you empathized,
strike the devil out of time
and dare, what oh, so many should have dared.
Enlight me with your cautious tries,
to pass the holy war, in which the masses must have died,
the masses destined to fight what I see now,
so clearly just beyond the time’s opened door.
Beyond, dark corridors that meet,
wooden entrances used for the golden fleet,
that so far away in different room and time,
had once been constructed for the holy war.
We’ll never dare to try our best,
for this is just another prove,
mankind is at it’s own destruction,
and never now will fight satan.
Satan who is ignorence,
and prevents our freedom from being used.
Martha Chiara 