The morning after
Exposure brought its unusual sadness
When crime and violence hit justice
Upon your strong arm o monarch
My supremacy rest
I wish everyone could see by the sea side
The trail of her heart in the west
To the folly and madness between
Men and gods in the palace yard
The furious flint faces
At the very edge of discovery
Venerates the practice of the Romans
In the midst of arena
As perpetual clashes of swords and axes
Was heard by men of prospects
Who were led to the chief place of death
By the spirits of the warriors
Who were the proud executioners
As they fell upon the slain
While I beheld the captive of the night and the dead
In the oracle embedded in me I see
Giants in shackles while invaders in empires
Princes and kings and noble lords
All submerged in ravishing treasures
And coats of mail
Till vanity of life sail without fail
through the darkness
I saw a scroll like a city in flames
Even in the midst of darkness
Soldiers and lions
The jungle beasts of burden
Born as principalities of the royal mountain
Trained and equipped to hunt with horn of power
Guided by instinct with their bloodshot spectacle
To see even in the dark and kill their prey
For glory and for honour
Moving with a forceful spirit
As if being pursued by a demon
From their territory to the border
Perfecting their acts of killing
Till they are known as
Freedom fighters
While the hounds vanished with concessions
I endeavour to take a risk as disastrous sound
With careless treatments fell on bloody wall
Promising a doubtless outcry
Which i grievously suffered
And was residing in the belly of influential heart of gold
Who was partly a governor and partly a servant
And was introduced to unveil the bitter memoir
And the sunshine stood with resurgence
While the pillars succeeded in power
To suffer the ragging storm with deadly rampage