These words,
they used to mean so much to us.
But now,
they have faded away.
These words,
they used to represent glory.
But now,
they are nothing but a cry.

His shadow,
His shadow of ice,
it seemed so powerful
now shattered by a kiss.

The past may have had errors
But it was of all ours.
So now I will be the only one
to ever permit you speak again.

This world,
it was nothing to you
But now,
it is the source of your sorrows.
This world,
antique imperfection.
But now,
the only owner of truth.

A face,
it meant so little to us.
A face of disgrace,
You’ve given your tears to it.

The past may have had errors
But it was of all ours.
So now I will be the only one
to ever permit you speak again.

(was all…ours
Permit you speak…again)