Walking the Grounds Of an unguarded Keep The last Sounds of Death Ring the Courtyard beyond It feels like Years Since I've been asleep These Steps so steep The Days so long I open the Door And see an old Face The Face of a Brother Who taught me to fight And 9 Years Ago When Father was slain He taught me Betrayal's sharp sting So long ago in a World Masked in Snow A Place you would not recognize The World was changing We saw the Signs I close my Eyes And think of those Times Songs of our Heroes fade away We'll sing Songs of our own The Words that remain outlive the Day But they could never be the Same Something speaking Speaks of seeking Seeking an old Door it opens And the Light pours forth Echoes, sound and round the Walls And fall into a Whisper Like the Wind breathing in the North He betrays no Fright or Feeling Night is Day and we are dreaming Laughter heard and scheming Words We are gone like faded Songs Only Death remains His Will was broken on the Stone Does he know my Face Or recognize this Place? He draws his Sword without a Word I speak his Name He seems not to hear One last Task for a well stained Blade Songs of our Heroes fade away We'll sing Songs of our own The Words that remain outlive the Day But they could never be the Same