Gallivanting At The Foot of A Mountain
Gallivanting At The Foot of A Mountain A stray knight, wandering the halls of Eden, The petals have fallen just as your mind again. Unsheathe your sword, don your armor, So it begins, tomorrow is another day. No such honor since thy dubbing, Nay holy water for your armor scrubbing. The soul of a warrior ready at bay, So it begins, tomorrow is another day. The beating heart within the armor is weak, Purity of the mountain river is what you seek. The threads of your heart now fray, So it remains, tomorrow is another day. The knight roams, a dreadful forest arises, All pale yet undead trees in different sizes, A reminiscent of the past, his armor now gray, So it remains, tomorrow is another day. Long past the dreadful forest above the mountain, Lies the beautiful maiden above the fountain. For her, the sword must be tossed away So one ends, tomorrow is another day. At the foot of a mountain, a knight remains, Veins locked behind chains with growing pains, Sins perpetrated by a black ...