I remember The dawn of the final event And the countless morrows that came and went before it Uncalled yet precious in every passing Yet we played along The mummers farce With every twist of plot From the start, plain for all to see
You led I followed A pair of weary footprints Along this path Across the abyss Of fallen thrones
See – the sun bore a son Luminous and warm To destroy us all
Yet the strength would fail Unto sickness succumb The strongest of brows The brightest of souls Went out
I will find A place for us to hide To rest and reside To linger until at last Death please us claim But not now Please not now
A radiant halo of flies A silent breath of putrid lullabies For a short while our path was light Where two once strode there’s no longer more than one
Of man, a remnant we were The last pair, these deadly airs we shared Stalking the dead horizon, on we strode The soil, the seas, this barren earth Was ours