[The Old Man's Komodia]



I Would Never Think Of Me As A Hero

A Bringer Of Wisdom Of Hope And Of Peace

I Never Could Think Of Me In A Vortex

Of Hope Of Future And Vitality.



I Can Spread My Thoughts To Flood The Room

Embracing And Webbing The People Reborn.

The Love They Are Feeling I Never Can Taste;

The Sadness The Hatered Remains My Own.



So Many Souls - They Long To Be Saved,

Somne Beasts, Some Sinners, Some Lost In Their Fate.

For All To Rescue My Lifespan's Too Short,

Refuse All The Evil - Divine All The Gods?



[Ref.:] I Never Asked For A Higher Believing

I Never Questioned The Way I Was Born

I Never Wanted To Walk Among Angels

I Never Wanted To Be So Alone.



[Bridge:] Alone With My Powers - Alone In My Mind

(The) Holder Of Darkness - The Bringer Of Light.

This Melancholy Circle Of Giving - Not Taking

Can Not Be Endured By Me.



I'm Here To Flare A Sign

To Guide The Lost On To Their Fate.

Like I (once) Sent Dante His Story To Take.

But No One Holds That Candle For Me.



So As The Years Of Helping And Bleeding

Had Passed Away My Will To Live.

I Returned To The Sea Of My Time And My Being,

I Melted Into (the) Waves As It Was My Will.