Words were writ
Long ago
Darkness would claim my throne
Crushing weight
Bearing down
Life traded for a crown
Light reveals
Fertile soil
Stone laid by kings of old
Winter's end
Melting snow
Still I can feel the cold
Ashes rain from skies
And smother Erthen fire
My soul is ever weakened
By winter's cruel disease
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
