Was once felt like a dream,
The grasps of this cold wind
Where once winter blow the seam
This land were crushed by fiend
From his brightly painted soul
Turning into something foul
Drenched by their wicked love,
Closely held with this glove
I was once a dreamer of future,
Lurking behind those imaginary clouds,
Painting my city with colors so loud,
To know it all frauds
The season is drier than before,
The wind is colder than it ever was,
The sun were nowhere close
As eclipse grows closer to this house
