Yes, I am mad, and could I choose, I'd writhe,
Rewrite the laws of beauty, its shadowed life.
A thorn is but a thorn; on embers I'd strive.
My beloved, my friend, not even this is true,
My fearless spirit calls for something new.
My fearless spirit calls for something new.
Let the world pass by at this same pace,
Let stifled longings wither in their place.
Let your tresses scatter, grace the space.
My beloved, my friend, not even this is true,
My beloved, my friend, not even this is true,
My fearless spirit calls for something new.
My fearless spirit calls for something new.
One day, I'll snatch the glory of the whole,
Shatter, shatter the world's desire's control.
And let the blood of Nafzrosim flow.
The honor of love demands this sight to see.
The honor of love demands this sight to see.
My nature, friend, demands it, wild and free.
My nature, friend, demands it, wild and free.
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