Im cynical about it all
I will distance my self
I give to be hurt again
I will release myself
He is but a child
A begging corpse
Take me home i demand
Cold fingers waste the calm
Choking on a clock
Walls on both sides
Crushed in waste
I walk down
I walk down the mountain pass
Into the forest
Into the fire
I walk between the eyes of the mountain
Into the ocean
Into the end
I walk past the hands of the river
Into the grip
Into the wall
I walk towards the black
Into the hole
Into the god
Hear my voices
The tears of the sun
Burning all who dare to look upon
I've learned all i can
Nothing more to gain
From this old mans drivle
I can cast my own spells
Sitting alone need nothing more
As I walk thorugh the mountain pass
Feel self obliteration fall over me
A lost child remade anew
And I now knowest what I must do
Now I must leave this place
And walk west then north
To the accursed land of war
Into enemy soil and blood of brothers
While others cried in agony
From nightmares from lowlands
I saw visions of a chair
A child sits upon bleeding from the knees
I shallt meet thou and end you
For your pain must be too great to bear
But forgive me, for I can not do it alone
Thus I depart, in search of sword and sheild
Soon my brother prepare for arrival
Gather up your powers
For I will return as king
And cast you to sleep
As a child
Schooled in the arts
My mind wandered
To further paths
Breathe of sigh
In wellings keep
Something beyond knowledge
Begins forth to seep
There must be more to this
In what I seek
Is there no answer
For those who dream and weep
So I left my home
Set off alone
With no path intoned
and only fate to keep
And thusly begins the journey
To far an different lands
But you've sown the seeds to late
And all will burn in the sands
You shall travel far
Across plains of war
Through the northern scar
And past peasants poor
You shall walk through the marsh
And into the greap keep
And south through stranger lands too
For what you seek
You will find her alone
Amongst people of greed
And cursed devices unseen
To plant a final seed
Im cynical about it all
I will distance my self
I give to be hurt again
I will release myself
He is but a child
A begging corpse
Take me home i demand
Cold fingers waste the calm
Choking on a clock
Walls on both sides
Crushed in waste
I walk down
I walk down the mountain pass
Into the forest
Into the fire
I walk between the eyes of the mountain
Into the ocean
Into the end
I walk past the hands of the river
Into the grip
Into the wall
I walk towards the black
Into the hole
Into the god