Knowone on its road to knowhere

What can be done?
What can we say?
What do we feel?
Pain, chaos, order, or pleasure?

Only Bashan is in it’s place.
The ground to go.
The flourishing blossom face.
The high and low.

The path paved with thorns.
Blue sky in full moon.
The purified rage mourns.
The end to begin soon.

Obtain me grounds of wrath.
Let me understand the empty.

Let me go into righteousness.
Let me feel the endless night.

Lands of darkness.
Lands of light.
I will understand.
I will fight.

To this I pledge my life of sorrow.
To you, whoever you are.

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