Do, you know
a way to survive
Do you know
a way you can thrive
Perhaps, perhaps
but what is the cost
For us, a life,
where half has been lost
-
A king, with much
A king without
One listened
The other would tout
A gift of peace
Or eternity
Our king, chose wrong
and damned were we
-
In, ten years
our lives would end
A curse none
could seem to mend
Save, a youth
of Marthus' line
Lyone, her trick
of flawless design
-
Your laugh, your laugh
is all I ask for
You shall fall
silent evermore
Agreed, said he
but damned he would be
The king, the wraith,
now stands silently