Under a deep deep sleep
Like been touched by the solemnity
Underneath the sounding of calm
Like a gentle touch of midnight breeze…
Deep down that peace lays a terrible malice, dwelling
It is there, waiting, anxiously, desperate to emerge, restless
One miss step and it shall be awakened, it shall be released, felly
Is the beautiful evil that breaths beneath every existence, undeniably
Do you know what I’m talking about?
Have you ever feel that terrible touch inside?
Are you ready for it?
Let it emerge…
Upon the crimson lips of dusk
There is a place flowing inside
Like tender blow of an autumn’s whisper
Just waiting, waiting to be awake…