Breathe life into me
Living vicariously through the gold
Monarchs reveling in stories they're told so
Bask in glory of the falling of light
Born and bred as the bane of our fathers
My serpent's tongue lies only for love
Ivory carved in memory of
The soul cairn shines
In relevance of the sun
Sacred cries
From the elder one
A white hot retelling
Of the tragedy of dying light
In the wake of the cull
The sun lay still in our palms
Holding the warmth
In darkness we fall
Worn scriptures of hallowed tales
Forgotten whispers left in the pale
I will not fail
I always hoped that we'd stay the same
At least maybe i was comfortable there
To be a better son, to be a better man
In the end, i'll always be your
Savior, one you loved
Oaths sworn, bound in blood
Only to bring the peace
