Drifting in dreams of memory past
To pray to never wake
or return to spiritless cages

that held me once before
so many seasons I've seen
a heart as winter's cold

to melt in a summer's passion
to forge anew things that have grown so old


my gods need me now
I've sheltered beneath their skin
my life I would willingly give

for their return, it is but an honour to die
seasons come and seasons go
children grow to die

kings may come
and kings may go
but our gods shall rule the sky