In the end all will service a master
The light or a false shinning sun
Truth can be blind in our sorrow
That the legions of shadow have won
Best hope for by they of the mourning
are mysteries bound to bent knee
A lost ones illusion of glory
shrouding a higher kings plea
Around we have come to full circle
Shades of salvation are real
Wishing to walk as the risen
Who when troubled had only to kneel
Choosing a long journey homeward
Fate and a choice seal the gate
For justice though turning from darkness
Is righteous when faith wakes too late
Risk not the dawn to damnation
For the rights to bear witness the toll
Master please say you've not left me
The night has not taken my soul
- Hermit King-
