Where the Crown is Hidden - BORGNE

Isn’t it ironic

That the sheeps searching for a shelter to rest

Fall asleep into the wolves’s lair?

Am I strong enough

To break the shackles of my Ego

And transcend the mirage?

To not follow my deepest instincts

The ones that lead me

Straight into this rotten oasis?

The endless desert

This barren earth

Where the crown is hidden

Is transforming itself

Forever and ever