Evil resides the mind of the summoners
Living in phantom dread
So defunct
The tidal night of time dragged them
Miserable of those who cannot savour life…
Living in fear of the past.
Miserable of those ignorant to their luck
living in their own and fed insecurities, stuck

Miserable! A thousand times more!

Miserable of those who don’t see life as a blessing
Miserable of those incapable of learning in the Course of
Time and deem others
For their fears
Miserable of those who hide behind their frailty
Living down the present
Living in the shadows, frightened by the slightest sound
whether real or imaginary
Scared of their own reflexion in the mirror
Miserable, lost in their trivial truths
Deafened and blinded to reason and common sense.

Miserable! A thousand times more!

Fallen victims of a deceased world, hidden in their consciences
Gray, from olden times long forgotten.
Seeing demons in others
Seeing threats and enemies around each corner…
So in their souls as inside their hearts.
Miserable!
Ravaging the lives of their own and that of loved ones
Enslaved by fear, the stifling incapacity to dream

Miserable! A thousand times more!

What about evil?
It lingers in the mind of the summoners.

António Patrício Pereira / Gonçalo Julião (translation)