Under The Autumn Tree

<br>It was on a late rainy night, many years ago<br>I was born under the autumn tree of November<br>My hans were so little and my eyes so small<br>Years have passed by and still i do not know<br>What happened, what became of that infant<br>That laid in a cradle of October leaves<br><br>As i look inside my inner cosmos, and open the<br>door<br>…To my soul i can see the battle that rages<br>Look at the flowers that died, the feeble<br>words<br>Of this sick humanity that wants to take my<br>pride<br>Then there was that voice in the land of<br>dreams<br>Who told me that i am the pillar of a new era<br><br>The more i wrote, the more i read, the more i<br>thought<br>Every piece of my dreamland became that much<br>clearer<br>From that day forward, i knew who i was...<br><br>Stand for me...<br>Bow for me...<br>Bleed for me...<br>Pray for me...<br><br>I still remember the pain<br>The wounds…still remain<br>I crowned myself immortal<br>My path to glory shall be endless<br><br>I rule the dead...<br>I rule my life...<br>I rule your life...<br>I rule over the red...<br><br>As the night swallowed my soul<br>I felt the power i behold<br>No one stands up to me anymore<br>I gave my hand in a salute to death...