I was born under a summer night's sky, Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven's vault. I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed, D in the lore of the cosmos' might. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man's loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man's loathsome song. As a young man I've ventured far from youthful realm, Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace. Here, in this obdurate heart, I've learned of suffering And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore. Oh, how I long For a solitude so pure, Free from the uproar Of man's loathsome song. Oh, how I long For a slumber so true, Beyond the ceaseless din Of man's loathsome song. ♪ Lead me to the archer's hold Where the curses reach no ear. ♪ I'd tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow, And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow. ♪ Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness.