Price of Redemption (The Melancholy of Despair Suite III)

The stature withered as time went by,
For nothing the mortals can ever die.
Being rolled is the devil’s dice,
Can you hear their screams and cries?

Temptation, corruption,
Into his wrath hath fallen.
Devastation, destruction,
Whatever on earth is forsaken.

Soothing moonbeam returns reincarnated prince
And the army of the light, who had perished since,
The terror crawled across this land of glory;
He, the traitor, preached doom and tragedy.

Salvaged, finally the blessed land is,
Yet even the prince can’t redeem the princess,
She who lose herself to darkness;
His ever-growing malice.

Soothing moonbeam returns reincarnated prince,
And the princess’s snow-white glowing tints.
Yet never again will she be the same
Lust and desire, drowned in the lake aflame.

The light side, he always represents
the realm immense.
Yet the princess was attracted to the traitor,
like a hammer on an anvil.

In justice and knighthood I dwell,
Yet why my flesh consistently yell,
Desperate as if I’m suffering in hell?
Or is this my farewell?

The land of sorrow is indeed my resting place.
Hopelessness is all that I can ever embrace.
There’s no way to reach the door of heaven,
Affections are my flame-spitting prison.

Witnessing her fall is a scar I forever bear.
It ‘s the melancholy of despair.