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
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