Rise From Within II (Selenium Erring)

I wear a storm of tears
Till the day my time will come
The idol upon the iron mask
Will lie for the flesh beyond the truth
In my secret will lies the truth
My body shall die for you
We shall join the distance among our eyes

Miles became the messenger of distance and
The moon unites the domain of loneliness

The brightest colors might join my way
For the highest sorrows you are punished to eternal slavery
Crowns made by human's wisdom of pain
May become the way of the pagan path domain
Nothing more than the white realms of destiny
Nothing less than the black inflamed forest

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I fell that glory comes after a huge storm
Without timeless pain we shall never be rewarded
For all those miles done, I have to know my image
I wonder how long it will take to find myself