I want to breathe, and I want to be here now
Listening to your life of the opera, that is filled with words so melancholy
I gritted my teeth while I was asleep, thinking of those dejection
That I couldn’t keep

I walk in and out, surrounded by magical halos
Engraving myself to my mortal self
But this is too hard to bear, I soon no longer care
For this chain, that is binding me tight
For me to win this fight

Let this knife now, shall prick a drop of my blood
It’s not too late for me now, to shut down hell with a gird
I’m no longer petrified, of what I was born to do
May the Gods of Kurshla, blesses me with a great aura
Bind me with your soul
And I shall do as I was told
Anything to keep evil away, from these unspeakable tales

“Dark clouds, and grey smokes combine
As deep grounds, and mother earth shall shine
Make me feel the greatness of thee clout
Let me have an inestimable vigor
And let my love ones live
For whom I adore”

Wind of the north, lit up your fire
As the south has risen
As the west has spoken
And the east has awaken
Bring the mark of our Gods together
And what are left are these mountains
Those are separating us, from earth to heaven