A memory, nothing more, would my dreams have been,
If I had left with my kin to my lands,
But love and choice do linger not, in halls beneath the stars,
That once bought me comfort in the deep darkness of nidht.
But now I walk under the cold, cold night, to lands,
Where once I did laugh and sing.
But gone are thoes days, the lost beyond the sea
Beyond my fading memory.
And here I lie, and here I weep, and here do now I stay
And watch the starless night become the sunless day.
And here I lie, and here I die, all for the dreams I sold,
And feel the pain of mortal life, immortal kin grown old.