How many years have I done this alone now?
How many wonders have I swindled or bled from their home
While I'm so far removed from my own
There is no way to know
If I cared, and I don't
Yonder fountain, and field of red lightning
No enchantment ornate as my own
Tread over sea, sent to seek, steal and leave
Everything withering in wake of my wave
Wind in my stride
Carries a cloud
Crimson as my eyes
It's not that I don't feel alive
I just feel untouched by the passing of time
All that I know is
This way to behave
Bother and burden
Won't stop me these days
Nothing compares to
The weight of the blade
It glistens like a cascade
Gasps like a lung
Well maybe I sold myself cheap
Or should I be grateful for the journey that was thrust upon me?
It depends where it leads, where it ends
On the state of my sorcery
The way that it's spent
Ever since Ultor, the mountain, my teacher
I've had a fire who yearns for release
And since the bloom, I have reason to assume
All shall wilt, never wait for those weak to the blaze
Destiny calls
Wailing like winter
Both broken, and sharp
So harden your heart
Though old, still a fool
Pray light be my guide
All that I know is
This way to behave
Empathy severed
By the hand of endeavour
With no way to measure
The weight of the blade
It listens in the darkness
It tastes as a tongue
The Mistress, she waits in the den of dawns
I dare not return, but the blade weighs so much
...well, maybe I could...
Oh to be bound by the weight of the blade
So hard to see past the weight of the blade
For every light stolen adds weight to the blade
One-hundred years of my life to the weight of the blade
All that I know is
This way to behave
Empathy severed
By the hand of endeavour
With no way to measure
The weight of the blade
It listens in the long night
It whistles a song like a
Bird, much too heavy to fly away
We've wedded the ground and accepted our fate
Rather than dwell on the things we've lost,
We deal in destruction to the wonders of the world