The Kingdom of crooked mirrors...

Kingdom of Crooked

Mirrors,
All is forsaken, all is forgotten.
The world has gone to some astral plane:
The sheep are lean, but the wolves are full.

And there is nothing else,
Just hope the former glory
My beating heart,
That fighters have a holy outpost.

And it borders on war,
And the movement is ascending,
Everything was mixed: cold and heat.
And always leading to enmity.

There is salvation in great love,
We will be helped by an angel walking,
which is separated from the earth,
To keep the world alive.