This trail, ever winding
Grown over and tread on by none
There was a time when all the paths were open
All steps have fallen silent since
Never an uttered word
We are gone, lost and forgotten
This world has seen the eve of your kind
The kind that had the will to destroy
The kind that wielded the power of the sun
They are gone now, gone forevermore
They possessed the hearts
And hands to wield the fire
That very fire now smothered and died
This trail, ever winding
Grown over and tread on by none
Only ghosts walk this road of bones
