Tancred and his sidekicks used to cast a multitude of spells. Their saddlebags were filled to the brim with greed-powder for the jealous and cannon-powder for the violent. Smoke-and-mirrors-powde ... [+]
Our surroundings, one
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission
Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition
We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission
Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition
We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore