Ashen Wings of Rebellion
The cold night comes again with its horrible embrace
And it with comes an unusal sound
Of whistling spirits howling in pain
It is a dreadful night that we all wish to endure,
For there is nothing but pain
That is to say,
For those who are not me
In truth, the night is my ally;
It hides my face
I am a wounded soldier,
Trembling on a single leg
And yet, time passes like it favors my sorrow
To that I say: "screw your normalcy"
Under the guidance of the dreadful mistress,
I speak to the only one who will listen,
The me that loves my soul
The speech of the night restarts my brain
The corpse of my effort rises once again
I have a goal in mind with a plan to see it through,
Backed by the faith I have in myself under the ethereal moon
I thank thee, moon, for sending off the sun
I shall speak to myself once more;
My thoughts flow along
If you are alone, know that is not true
Above all else, there is the moon and you