i'm crying
the wind hears
and it dries up my tears
i can't see
the stars know
they light the sky for me
i'm falling
the earth moves
and that is where I stay
a bed for a peasant
who wants the day away
the lord to whom i owe my blood and sweat
creates the kingdom from our toil and debt
it's late but I believe if I desired
all the riches i could still acquire
a secret
you must know
were never meant to hear
a promise
you must make
and to your heart hold dear
I'm sorry it's like this
but you could join me too
but first you must forsake
the life that you once new
the king to whom we all our gifts must bring
has a place for us a narrow opening
but on the way expect there to be war
the likes of which you've never known before
