My journey started long ago, but still there is no sign
The ancient ones will be my crown, just one
Remnants of my soul, destruction on my head
Despite the power and all, I suffer for my worth
With every ancient holy spell, will the age on have over?
I realize my power is a curse, still the reflections fly
I can hear the heavens cry, crimson shadows my time has come to die
I have survived over the years, and my magic has control
Oblivion is my destiny, I don't know what's right or wrong
And through its path and I am lonely, I have reached my final home
My empty soul will find, where clouds and shadows dwell
With every ancient holy spell, will the age on have over?
I realize my power is a curse, still the reflections fly
I can hear the heavens cry, crimson shadows my time has come to die