There is no path.
Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark...
...what could possibly await us?
And yet, we seek it, insatiably...
Such is our fate.
Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark...
...what could possibly await us?
And yet, we seek it, insatiably...
Such is our fate.
I lost everything, but remained here, patiently.
But the question remains...
What do you want, truly?
Light? Dark? Or something else entirely...
But the question remains...
What do you want, truly?
Light? Dark? Or something else entirely...
All men trust fully the illusion of life.
But is this so wrong?
A construction, a facade, and yet...
A world full of warmth and resplendence.
Young Hollow, are you intent on shattering the yoke, spoiling this wonderful falsehood?
But is this so wrong?
A construction, a facade, and yet...
A world full of warmth and resplendence.
Young Hollow, are you intent on shattering the yoke, spoiling this wonderful falsehood?
Young Hollow.
How you grapple, without falter, with this dreadfully twisted world.
Peace grants men the illusion of life.
Shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion.
Until, the curse touches their flesh.
We are bound by this yoke.
As true as the Dark that churns within men.
How you grapple, without falter, with this dreadfully twisted world.
Peace grants men the illusion of life.
Shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion.
Until, the curse touches their flesh.
We are bound by this yoke.
As true as the Dark that churns within men.
These are the roots of our world.
Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite...
A lie will remain a lie.
Young Hollow, knowing this, do you still desire peace?
But what is a king?
You, neither born with greatness, nor granted it by the fates.
What is it that you seek?
You cannot even say yourself.
Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite...
A lie will remain a lie.
Young Hollow, knowing this, do you still desire peace?
But what is a king?
You, neither born with greatness, nor granted it by the fates.
What is it that you seek?
You cannot even say yourself.
Life is brilliant. Beautiful. It enchants us, to the point of obsession.
Some are true to their purpose, though they are but shells, flesh and mind.
One man lost his own body, but lingered on, as a head.
Others chase the charms of love, however elusive.
What is it that drives you?
Some are true to their purpose, though they are but shells, flesh and mind.
One man lost his own body, but lingered on, as a head.
Others chase the charms of love, however elusive.
What is it that drives you?
Young Hollow do you wish to shed this curse?
Young Hollow, there are but two paths. Inherit the order of this world, or destroy it.
But only a true monarch can make such a choice.
Young Hollow, conqueror of fear.
What drives you so, to overcome this supposed curse?
Young Hollow, there are but two paths. Inherit the order of this world, or destroy it.
But only a true monarch can make such a choice.
Young Hollow, conqueror of fear.
What drives you so, to overcome this supposed curse?
as im flying above the clouds
the thing that looks smaller is the city you live in
below my feet were blooming flowers
giant flowers blooming with sparks of fire
and i foolishly thought
i could leave my heart behind
the thing that looks smaller is the city you live in
below my feet were blooming flowers
giant flowers blooming with sparks of fire
and i foolishly thought
i could leave my heart behind
i dont have anything to say
because ive been left with my mouth open
those things that i forgot have already rot
and the only thing that i remember were just an eternally smiling face
because ive been left with my mouth open
those things that i forgot have already rot
and the only thing that i remember were just an eternally smiling face
keep your thoughts to yourself