The house, the storm
Feather and tar
Art, existence, the air
The house, the storm
Feather and tar
Art, existence
The flower in the sewer
The days of mourn are pass
All sorrow aside, I finally arrived
In a realm I thought not be true
Here I dwell forever, eternal ease
Found a lotus in the sewer
A lake for the sword
No longer sick of shining
No longer scared of burning
Grand, imperial peace
I left the wretched
The scarred despise all grief
Antagonism
Grand, imperial peace
I left the wretched
The scarred despise all grief
Antagonism obsolete
The worlds has silenced
The voices are gone
I made oil my water
And dust my air
Found relief, salvation
Quit the downward spiral
Sad years, bygone
Future, the brightest white
Grand, imperial peace
I left the wretched
The scarred despise all grief
Antagonism
Grand, imperial peace
I left the wretched
The scarred despise all grief
Antagonism obsolete
Antagonism obsolete
The house, the storm
Feather and tar
Art, existence
The flower in the sewer