Cast upon the cobbles Clothed amidst the filth Mocked by thunder Spat upon by brigands This odyssey hath come to an end Lowly sing the fires ov man Cursed to dwindle upon the winds That tell ov advent drear Torn from rapture once so content How I wish to dispel the fear And dream ov days long gone by Hersey they claim, my edict be damned These visions my burden, this madness I bear This reckoning's upon us, for our time hath passed Yet it is I who laments Only I who laments! Lowly sing the fires ov man Cursed to dwindle upon the winds That tell ov advent drear Torn from rapture once so content How I wish to dispel the fear And dream ov days long gone by In the clutches ov irons I now make my home Screams adrift among the hills, lost to the winds Cries to be doomed upon the ore ov these walls How I long to be free For this realm's veil is rent May the Laylines gush forth The dead semen ov gods From the blackened depths Bleed this feeble world... bleed... BLEED!