My thoughts lead me astray

As I am pretending to see the future

Outside a world I didn't make.

Of course I'm thinking about Alexandria,

A kingdom far miles away

From this wreckage known as Burmecia,

Land of Eternal Sorrow.


It's not my fault I was born here

In a land built by the downtrodden

When I could be like the brave men

Who sail by the sea.


Every man wants to find success

Like the knights of old times,

Who reached for their goals

And disappeared into the mist

To be never seen again.