Kingdom

Whisper to me your wildest dreams,
Love me, as a storm loves freedom.

Show me the last memories
Of the bull
Lying in its own blood.

Celebrate your glory in the comedy of silence,
Shake my hand and smile at me.

Be a warrior and lead your army to the red field
With no chance of winning.

Cursed be by a witch,
Deafened stay
in wicked pain.

Touch the fog in the graveyard of insanity
While shadows of the night look at your empty eyes.

Death may be your dreamt of kingdom.