14 years upon the breaking of the storm
And still all i bring is devastation to those i know
And with only anarchy as my home
I finally stand upon the melting snow
And with the second coming of the storm
Its time to be reborn
The beacons are lit to no avail
Its time to set sail
We set fire to the valley
And it shall be razed
Running through the alley
From those who cannot be named Running from the monarchy
I must kill daily
And with the second coming of the storm to immortality i shall be borne
four more years on the run
without a single drawn rune
always burnt by the sun
as i climb over the dune
an eternity and i'm still not done
though death may come soon
And through the storms second coming
I can stop running
14 years upon the breaking of the storm
And still all i bring is devastation to those i know
And with only anarchy as my home
I finally stand upon the melting snow
And with the second coming of the storm
Its time to be reborn
The beacons are lit to no avail
Its time to set sail
I am finally free
but still in the throes of death
