On the way...you will try to use wings of a ravenBy the time...you will die for smile of a craven
In the sweet...you will cook your feather of a cloudFrom the power...you will have your crumb to be loud
Now start to seek...you must win to regenerate a brown grassIn the unknown...you will find a fragment from your glass
Only on that day...you will become seeker in maudlin obscurityTo find reason...you should live for soul treasure in security