Drifting in dreams of memory past
To pray to never wake
Or return to spiritless cages
That held me once before
So mant seasons I've seen
A heart as winter's cold...
To melt in a summer's passion
To forge a new things that have grown so old
My Gods need me now
I've sheltered beneath their sky
My life I would willingly give
For their return, it is but an honour to die
Seasons come and go
Children grow to die
Kings may come
And Kings may go
