Ashes of the Unlived

Three hundred winters scarred my soul,
I’ve watched a thousand kingdoms fall.
Each drop of blood prolonged my breath,
While countless others welcomed death.

I never stopped to learn their names,
Or wonder what their lives became.
I stole tomorrow from their hands,
To walk through endless, barren lands.

Every dawn in their eyes,
As the last light slowly dies.
What is endless time
Bought with stolen lives?

Perhaps you would have worn a crown,
Or brought a tyrant to the ground.
Perhaps your hands were meant to heal,
Or change the fate of sword and steel.

Perhaps your name would still remain,
Long after kings had turned to dust.
I’ll never know what you became,
Because I fed my endless lust.

Every road you never found,
Every dream beneath the ground.
Every dawn you could have seen,
Still returns to haunt my dreams.

Every dawn in their eyes,
As the last light slowly dies.
What is endless time
Bought with stolen lives?

Now every crown is cold as stone,
An endless king who stands alone.
The wars are dust beneath the rain,
Yet all their voices still remain.

No fire can burn away the years,
No endless night can drown their tears.
The debt I bear, will never end,
No death remains to call my friend.

Perhaps the world...
Was meant for you...

Every dawn in their eyes,
As the last light slowly dies.
What is endless time
Bought with stolen lives?

If I had died,
Would you still live?
If you had lived,
What would you give?

Every dawn in their eyes,
As the last light slowly dies.
What is endless time
Bought with stolen lives?