Through hell-bent and heaven-torn
Reality that I call my own.
Through ragging fire and freezing waters of ice.
The storm that rages of air and thunder.
One world, two worlds, every world similar yet not
Truly the same in this monochrome blur.
My reality and yours.
From eyes that never sleep in the slumber of peace,
I see a world of chaos and order, a society without
A reason to exist.
Tis be no society for one knows what the commoner
Does not understand of reality bent by chaos
And torn by heaven.
A monochrome blur of this reality of mine.
For you, child, there is time and space ahead
Yet behind of you.
I know what the White Eagle promised my people.
Can you keep me in mind when the darkest hour
Arises through our reality of flames and of ice.
Of chaos and order combined.
This is reality.
Hell-bend and heaven-torn, in ragging fire and
Ice cold waters of earth and of air.
Smoke turned plasma and thundering lightning.
This my child, this our reality.
It's all a monochrome blur.
