If I could have more
Of these moments, please
The little moments
I am with you
I have never thought that
We might part this way
I have never feared that
I would be gone
Now I see ...
... It may be getting too late
There is not too much
That I could do
I do not want to live like that
No love, no mercy
No sense to my life
I have never thought that
I would leave so soon
This is frightening
You know why ...
I have never thought that
We might part this way
But now I do fear
I will be gone
Cannot you see...
... It may be getting too late
There is not too much
That I could do
I do not want to live like that
No love, no mercy
No sense to my life
Neglecting the increasing tension and discontent of the nation Skarremar keeps waging his wars, grasping one land and losing another due to the weakening of his powers. He demands an absolute obedience, adulation and discipline expecting to be praised, respected and feared.