Long way from home, nowhere to go. What made the river so cold?. The sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow. Soaking and stinging my eye. You gotta face it head on.
As the dawn emerges I cry in grief. Sorrows flow,. The sadness of another day tortures my heart. . Life fades. Echoes, voices calling. Within my mind. Shadows. I cry.
Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields. Rewards are just. Who knows what absence yields?. . By the golden beauty of dusk. And the sun low in our sky.
I bear the seed of ruin. A golden age turned to stone. Elysium to dust. . For this, a tragic journey. A vision of a dying embrace. Scattered earth. Silence.