Epigraph
False people shine like gold,
They whisper things that can’t be told.
Ask them what they see,
And you’ll never hear of me.
Keep your spirit away from them,
Make sure they don’t hear of you.
Don’t trust in what you see,
Come, bind your spirit with me.
Look away they’ve come again,
Hold me now until the end.
Put the blazing helmet on your head,
Don’t fight, just kill instead.
We’re not false like them,
We don’t need to pretend.
Push away the clouds,
See the future as it is.
Here me now,
Come fly with me.
