Chapter III: Encapsulated Delusion
Azooma
I'm the Lord of these lands of mirrors
I'm the king of your unseen horrors
Where the full moon lights has no bright
I'm the one who waits in all dead ends in shadows
I'm the one who stares at you, Man of hollow
I'm your shadow of reflection
I'm the illustrator of your fears
I'm the desire of destruction
I'm the creator of your tears
My time has come, to seek this prey of mine
With my ancient unwritten rules
You play last game of your life
You can't hide in sins of crowds
Your blood beats shout so loud
Your illusion of/ getting out of here
Is the delusion / of your own mind
Try to find/ your conscious for real
There's no music of angels/, nor rhymes
My time has come, pray for your divine sign
I'm vicious voice at your back, I'm the mysterious mirror man
You can't hide in sins of crowds
Your blood beats shout so loud
There's no heavens, nor hell
No sound of salvation of bells
All attempts you make are gone in void
All rusted nails run in your veins
Lead/ you to me and choke you more
Bring you back to me is all you gain
You can't beat the king
Cause, here I'm everything
You can't seek the lights
In my realms of night times
It's your own encapsulated delusion
Not the inspiration/ of my illusion
Your fate is in my hands
You can hear your last desperate grasps
You can't hide in sins of crowds
Your blood beats shout so loud
I'm your shadow of reflection
I'm the illustrator of your fears
I'm the desire of destruction
I'm the creator of your tears
My time has come
To seek this prey of mine
With my ancient unwritten rules
You play last game of your life