May you understand my story
Where machines and magic world
Can’t live in a silent peace
Where distraction is the child of the war.

Once upon a time
The Machines traversed the fine line
Golden [bad word] engines
Bloody suns and darkest angels

In the black river,
In the placid sky
They always can shiver
But soldiers decided to try.

“For many years we’ve been fighting with machines”,-
The king Moris told to his son.
Our people want to win this war
They are looking for the freedom.

In the darkest slimy place
Lies a magic sword.
Please, my sin? Look at my face,
Save our wonderful world.

In the black river,
In the placid sky
They always can shiver
But soldiers decided to try.

© Emilie
 Piano
 (Emilie Piano)