Confronted with his realm   the executioner who erased his feeble abscess   The fear of fright and a powersource   beyond his common reach   It slayed him self in devotion and resistance   One for each defeat   The image, reflections, casted from him self   The human and his ideal   Blessed by the superior, who faced himself; faced his fear   Ravished his mind in triumphant attack   and came far more closer to his king   In the traces of reality   he returned with the knowledge of   his present being   and what reality brought in the   absence of common sense   Only when his needs are granted   his mind can start to absorb the   traces of reality   Who never knew of and would see as dreams   For somewhere they will fall apart   Sometimes they do   But heals fast so they can fall again   and be disturbed by the faces inside   him self   The ones he fear the most   Did...   A day will come? When Belial get his surprise   and the fool becomes crippled   Reality - larger than mans illusions   or is it me?