Ticks of the clock
Reminds you of nights at the dock
Of winds that whispered across the towns
Laden with lies that were passed down
Blood runs thick into the Styx
And in that dark, who can tell
Love from hate
Kin from sin?
Sinless plans and misguided steps
Darkened truths and drunken threats
The dignity of lands
Forsaken to unforgiving hands
By the very ones who were knighted
The very ones entrusted to right it
And there\'s no one left to turn to
No, you cannot misstep
When you were never taught
To follow their steps
For all the lies lie frozen
In the memorial built for two
And whispers carry tales so far
Of all the shame they laid on you
Yet dungeons await their return
Whilst they drag you through the flames to burn
And they shall see your ashes fall like rain
Upon the very lands they sought to claim
When all has withered and decayed
When time has washed their names away
When buried truths rise from their graves
And none can escape the blame
When those they love become those they fight
And blood ties turn to battle lines
When all the past they left behind
Come crawling back before their eyes
And a series of misfortunes unfold
They curse everything they have ever known
Your name is whispered as they lay to rest
Your ghost follows them to their death