Wind is raw, the air is stale. On this cold winter's night. Sent alone to tell a tale. From the land of Delmite. Journey starts at the edge of town. With the stars as my guide.
Empty are the castle grounds when dusk arrives,. Silence echoes loudly, for three lives here.. Seagull, flying high above the open sky,. Flying high and free, past each wistful eye..
Magic swords with many lords for treasures that abound me.. Battle cries that fill the skies with pain.. Images I see, make my destiny.. Reflecting back to me, that which is to be..
Sitting in my old and dusty room. I tell myself that things will change. But you see, when I wake up from my dreaming. It's still the same,. I can't believe you've gone away.
Everyday I try to change my ways,. Still I find I'm calling your name.. Try to stop myself right from the very start,. But to be in love has torn me apart..
Getting ready to scream and roar,. With a chug and a thirst for more.. Telling tales of abuse,. From an old familiar juice.. Tell 'em words of sin,. From a bottle of Gin..
Standin' there, by the old town clock.. With my coat in my hand,. I thought I'd go for a walk. Like my Momma said: "You'll never be poor",. But can you really be sure.