Let thy love be known, for there be no reason in dealing with the heart.
Sigh out thy despair, for there are equal ways in living life and embracing death.

Measure all ye want, the value of gold
But leave be the matters of the soul
Alas you can't sign a paper for home
But that aint the world trembling to fall

Search thy knot of ice, hurting is being obliterated by the mind of your own.
Collect thy thoughts, embrace the noblest of traditions which is running.

Weigh the councious collective manufactured
Rob them of the spirit that the moon gave up
Alas nobility does not trudge with foolishness
And that, friends is the world trembling to fall