Prophecy of destiny a small river leads a tears farther. In a drops they are lose a names of loves. Experience of illusion, reason for a laughter the Lost days.
Illusion of sin, all was only a dream. They rightly led me a warnin...
In a middle of the storm come out a pain. Inhabits a souls separated and a crying a kids its a medicine. In the words a tears wilt and a heart dies. The next mornings be the Blind Man a Leader.