And so i fell down
Hunted from every village and town

Thinking back of what once was
Every trauma, every loss

Surrounded by gold and an army of knights i ascended the throne
Yet here i am in despair, all miserable and alone

Moss will grow on stones, leaves will fall
I will soon passs on before you all

The sun setting in the sky
To the land beyond my spirit will fly

Sorrow and cold
A story never to be told