He stands where the white willows
weep for the crimson stains,
on ground that will forever be covered
with blood of the innocent ones.
~red flowers that never will fail~
Where the last phoenix swings from her tree
and sings her final serenade,
that shall never be heard by a living ear,
before she bursts into flame.
~a fire that can warm any heart~
He stands where the shadows of yester-night
play catch with the sun-rays of tomorrow,
where time bends on its axis
and what is will soon come again.
~ages pass with the blink of an eye~
And as the silvery water of eternity
joyfully pass him on its way to nowhere,
the guardian smiles at his kingdom,
and another fallen enters his world.
~to finally have peace once again~
weep for the crimson stains,
on ground that will forever be covered
with blood of the innocent ones.
~red flowers that never will fail~
Where the last phoenix swings from her tree
and sings her final serenade,
that shall never be heard by a living ear,
before she bursts into flame.
~a fire that can warm any heart~
He stands where the shadows of yester-night
play catch with the sun-rays of tomorrow,
where time bends on its axis
and what is will soon come again.
~ages pass with the blink of an eye~
And as the silvery water of eternity
joyfully pass him on its way to nowhere,
the guardian smiles at his kingdom,
and another fallen enters his world.
~to finally have peace once again~
