Like a golden city, frozen in the immortal Dungeons of rhetoric Romanticised by flaming tragedy Burned from the face of the Earth In a battle of immaculate sophistries Its unknowing silence driving an illegitimate consent Noblemen would mock So to do I set the recollection of my youth aflame Refusing to walk that same old path As time shapes me a new Eve And from my own rib that garden is now Burned from the face of the Earth What was endured Unbalanced with resentment But always known, I know Time, my youth, the burning earth