With visions of mountains, so barren and old
A singular tree, of the stories foretold
The seasons have died, the path is in stone.
Leaving this behind as a king with no throne
But what if instead of this glorious path
In darkness i’ll wander, till i reach my death
It feels like i no longer have a choice
Are we destined for failure,
The monoliths of those we lost
And foolish hope is all we got
And will the voice i leave for you
Be enough to guide you to me