Fruere Vita

Go away, you sorrows! Dry your tears into the fray of battle with The malice with its wings. Burn the thing in your chest and smile to The sun. We are the reality, we are the earthly crown. And no one else can wake and ignite the Flame that still burns left in me. Except for me that can wake and light a Flame of ideal. How I'd like to wake us in this mess, In this boring mess, in this dismal mess Of grief. How I'd like to renew this foul Disgusting world. Turn all into the gladness and Happiness. The top beyond bounds. Cut all your flaws into the pieces of the Nightmare below. We are the infinite power, look up and you'll Find our sight. Write your poetry with blood And mercy. Remember the songs that guide the road. And no one else can wake and ignite The flame that still burns left in Me. Except for me that can Wake and light a flame of Ideal. How I'd like to wake us in this Mess, in this boring mess, in this Dismal mess of grief. How I'd like to renew this foul disgusting World. Turn all into the gladness and Happiness. Constriction of the heaven. No impossible or impossible, everything is only an Inch. So let's begin, so let's mingle once you Belong. Fires Inside of our Own breast, oh. And those reactions are just a Furrowed widow, furrowed Widow. You will embrace after the Furrowed widow, furrowed widow. How I'd like to wake us in this mess, In this boring mess, in this dismal mess Of grief. How I'd like to renew this foul Disgusting world. Turn all into the happiness. How I'd like to wake us in this mess, In this boring mess, in this dismal mess Of grief. How I'd like to renew this foul Disgusting world. Turn all into the gladness and happiness. How I'd like to wake us in this mess, In this boring mess, in this dismal mess Of grief. How I'd like to renew this Foul disgusting world. Turn all into Happiness. We will enlighten king.