Slowly fall down leaves,
Like a lot of last lives.
I walking through white park
And follow me nightly dark.
Cold hand squeezing a letter,
Lips whisper “we will meet later”.
Ancient sword
In my heart.
Died my world
With last word.
Severe winter come to life.
And snow, like white wolf,
Attack my immortal soul.
But I get present royal –
Icy winter wings.
On finger – silver ring…
Ancient sword
In my heart.
Died my world
With last word.
But now I can fly
In frosty callous sky!
And words means nothing.
Between clouds angels laughing
And my soul with them,
Flying in rainbow dream.
Ancient sword
In my heart.
Died my world
With last word.
Now it isn’t true.
Now my world is new.
Now I have another plan –
Borning in fiery rain.
Ancient sword
In my hand.
Born new world
With first word.