Bound in silver chains, Hidden in a gilded cage, I yearn to be free
Tag: 5-7-5
Nightmares of the Past
Fragments of the past Return to haunt your nightmares Terrors of the mind
Memories of the Ocean
Soft breeze drifts along, Bringing the light scent of salt Waves caress the shore
Beckoning Madness
In the shadowed depths, Sweet madness slowly beckons The ancient gods rise
Lost Past
Ancient myths give birth To our eternal legends, Tales of a lost past
