The sand trickles down the slender form,
Patch up the leaks to weather this storm,
How to fight when the wounds always torn,
Pick up my sword only to drop it quick,
Lack the strength to accomplish,
Give me life is my only wish,
For I am dead as an ice cold fish,
Take my lessons from the animated presence,
Become humble like the rains rinse,
I lost the treasure ever since,
One day I'll find it buried in snow,
Layers of layers I'll uncover them slow,
The blade will sing with a sharp ring,
I can finally slay the demon strings,
The puppet is free to reign with the Kings
