Obsidian Shell - Dancing With Fire

Flying feather golden and red
Hiding her splendour is nonsense
Knowing the essence of life
Her eyes evidential of her ancient yarn

With the excuse of cramping affection hidden options become visible

Time arrives for all of us when stayin’
Sprout is more riskful then bursting to bloom

Balefire is made of cinnamon and myrrh
Expected time has come of fated novation

After the smoke divides a renewed one comes to life
She is the old and the reborned at the same time

She’s opened for integrity
Follows the endless road of changes

She sees through lies despite appearances
She overcomes all the games exhausting