In the center of world,
Lies a force controlling all,
People worship it in the hall,
Wars rage despite of all,
On the edge of the world,
Lies a force force ruling all,
People cower and in they fall,
To the force despairing all.
Love isn't a thing for child's play,
Those who play have their life to pay,
Playing the game of love are many,
The prize they win is piercing agony,
Treacherous path lies in the wait,
Devious demons lurk in the wait,
Of those venturing the road to forbidden cove,
Yet head straight people dare to dove.
On the misty shores of a forgotten city,
Lying was a man with a hidden agony,
His face had lonely distant eyes,
His lips were subduing impaling cries,
His clothes were a tattered ruin,
His soul was a tattered ruin,
On the misty shores of a forgotten city,
Lying was a man with a hidden agony.
In the ancient ruins of an infant city,
Lying was a woman with a hidden agony,
Her eyes were a ringing symphony,
Of a distant man lying in agony,
Her lips were parting in anguish,
Her soul was thrashing in anguish,
In the ancient ruins of an infant city,
Lying was a woman with a hidden agony.
The twin cities had a history of their own,
The twin souls had a history of their own,
Once the two souls were one,
Once the two needed no one,
Love was what they had,
Trust was what they shared,
The twin cities had a history of their own,
The twin souls had a history of their own.
Rage of time always has been gruesome,
Onslaught of mistrust has never spared anyone,
The cities were fated to fall,
The souls were destined to be mauled,
One lay in writhing agony,
Another lay in forgotten symphony,
Rage of time has always been gruesome,
Onslaught of mistrust has never spared anyone.
On steps of the doors to fall,
They had come to know it all,
Love isn't a thing for all,
Yet people cower and in they fall,
In the center of the world,
On the edge of the world,
Lies a force controlling all,
Lies a force ruling all.
The two souls had dared to play,
The two cities had much to pay,
On the misty shores of a forgotten city,
In the ancient ruins of an infant city,
Lies a man forgotten in symphony,
Lies a woman writhing in agony,
On the doorsteps of their fall,
They had come to know it all.
A questions still ponders all,
Was it really worth it all?
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