There's a tale told on these hands
Pour another round for the poetry's sake
As the glass glimmers and glows
Fine wine the shade of a fated rose
If you reap what's mine the thorns you'll find
Sharp so sour
Watch the fabric grow, awake at night
You'll know
When the cradle cries
And the land unlocks the light you're searching for
Embrace the tale as the glades retell my past
Cover me and let the night last
When the chalky cavalry ride
Lead me away from the calls of hell
Arrive when my soul
Is but coal to feed to a frozen well
All the answers lie before your eyes
For time, the fable planned before the man
Can't die
When the cradle cries
And the land unlocks the light you're searching for
Embrace the tale as the glades retell my past
Sing with me
The song of the night calling from the trees
The leaves ignite
We tell the tale of the glades at peace at last
Follow me and let the night last
And let the night last!