I'll drift away
I'd rather sheath my sword
Than swing my blade their way.
How can I shed their blood?
Better left a man than heartless,
Or just a hollow husk who's left to dry.
A coward's soul called to retreat.
Burn me without my crown
The flames sear away my sin
I'm not the hero you're looking for
So burn me without my crown
By the blood of my brothers,
I won't swing this sword their way,
And their armies will hold more arrows
Than God would need to slay the sky
A battle filled with those of burden souls Digging their own graves.
As I wait to find my true north,
To make my way back home
Or turn this heart to stone.
I will be forced to face this all alone.
A lonely wandering soul.
To reach for something whole
To catch the wind.
Trapped between duty and fate,
Blinded by destiny
If the world can cease to be,
Does the world mean anything?