So many stories untold.
All these forgotten thoughts are lost forever, but nobody cares.
So many thoughts stay unthought.
The gate to fantasy invites to enter, but nobody dares.
Sailing across the time which we forget.
Losing the sense for fantasy we had.
Our world is shaped by metal.
In former times they hoped that we would shape the world by our dreams.
Our life is shaped by battle.
This world of lethal metal cannot be as peaceful as it seems.
Sailing across the time which we forget.
Losing the sense for fantasy we had.
Most eyes are filled with violence.
Massacres are prefered instead of visions which nobody shares.
Most heads are filled with silence.
The age of fantasy is lost forever, but nobody cares.
Sailing across the time which we forget.
Losing the sense for fantasy we had.
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