Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So mant seasons I've seen A heart as winter's cold... To melt in a summer's passion To forge a new things that have grown so old
My Gods need me now I've sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die
Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go