Burst of Anger, stung by hatred... Madness dreamer, lust for magic Wash away my dreams of chaos... Causing pain, dry tears of Sadness Fear is pure Fury is the cure Insanity... tumbling drift Anger is a gift Trapped in this circular course called life The circle keeps going when the needy will give Pain and shadows, gray and old Feed my sadness, stained and cold Leave...the...Puzzle...of...Existence This aggressive spiral is tumbling down, leaving me alone in this chaos to drown Floating in their natural dimness, sowing seeds of mankind madness Break...the...Mirror...of...Coincidence Wandering helpless through a maze of stars, dreaming her soul away... In rage I try to heal my scars, whirling there in agony Pity the ones who will forget The dream She once created, the shrieks of them who disrespect Shall fill the haunted forest... Hate is pure Pain is the cure Sadness... Tumbling drift Anger was her gift