Thragedium Ad Arma Vocare (Part 1), Ad Arma Vocare

When the world slips away Just as it did this day I crawl back into my shell Is this the deeper I can go? And silence sounds different I take each word as a pill To sedate me into sleep A little sleep, a little slumber And build of shadows my empires Adorned with golden dust Dessilusional birthplace of awe I awake to a paragon of misery In search for sanctuary Unquiet stillness, silent chaos pitch dark, deathly cold, so inviting Here all light is vain, all beauty is lost... from altered sanity, echoed a myriad of times Hear this crying lines... Tragedy Sweet, sweet Tragedy.