ophidia

A! Wrathful vengeance! Your retribution! Where are you going, father? Lo! A red moon has risen Reddening the bloodless night Nobody except the innocents can sleep! Fate is a shrouded death And this is how I will protect the slumbers of my children (Is this really the only blessing you have, our father?) (In my sleep I will bless —and you too bless!— you father, too) Even though my fate will be fulfilled (A terrible and vain fate, a benefic lie) Even though this fate is terrible and vain (Ever shrouded and fading to nothingness) Redden it through a vain moon (Nobody except the innocents can sleep!) Here you are, my heir, I burned away completely, I haven't chosen you as currency but to be the head of the family in the patient hearth I hope you all will see the new light of the hearth. (In the new light).