A Line of Deathless Kings

In fiery flight we would leave this hall The Holy house, House of God will fall To death they go with music and song But our dread simply must go on I feel our need to feed goes on For our greed, watch them bleeding on This hour's ours, with open arm

An unfortunate journey Through a bleak sea of loneliness I carved through the waves of grief In a black vastness of self doubt I have never felt so alone So pitiful and wretched and low I'm tried by a terrible wind The misery and the pains blow Fill

The weary creak of my bones Exhausted voice, deathly tones Arms of lead, skin drawn tight No long a princely sight Face is gaunt, pale & thin Bent and grey and full of sin Pass to me Wine and song For i'll be Soon long gone Cast me down, upon the dus