"We are the essence of the world beyond perception, Force is the outcome of our arms ordained by the unaware, Blood is the liquid between dreams and life's deception, Noone will know when we'll raise our swords against the days." Things existing, Lifelessly living, They disclose The world's appearance Things existing, Bloodlessly pulsing In the stream Of time's procession. Thoughts forgotten, Seeming asleep, They'll awake In drapes unthought. Thoughts that vanished, Ended in smoke, Will return And fear they'll stoke.