Take the old first step

Guess it's been a time

since it's been my night,

clouds now are over me

so it's only shadows that I breath,

coming out like toys

preparing a dinner of joys

and stairs well fed with my blood,

looking down to some miles of crossed roads.

New boy prepare your knees

blood is the price to our fees,

this ancient bard will teach,

arrows kill as well as a speech.

Take my bow and take my soul,

an archer that’ll love the hunt

thrilled by the smell of the void

and from who the traitors will run.

Take you my reflection

that’s my only true possession,

take my lake and my fire

only if my death seems to happen.

Take my keys and lyrics

they’re mirrors to what’s unfold,

take my hand and walk away

let’s end this war in our single way.