leave now never return or stay and face the dark day of grief disbelief weak and weary faces falling and they re gone but still remain and tales are fading faster glory days are few and far between in living memory days have gone down in the west and the cold wind and rain fill my chest and i rest they sail across the ocean and it fills me with emotion to imagine such devotion take their place sail the ocean for the ways of the world do not change by your choice to believe in a lie you should sail and see for yourself i ve set sail for the horizont pale and golden red rising sun i m gone all that is returning tales and half forgotten lore for time future in to past the pale and distance promise of tommorow s wanderers wonder where my days have gone down in the west and the cold wind and rain fill my chest and i rest i wonder how we got there and it all seems like a nightmare i ve returned from out of nowhere to my land and i wonder understand i demand that the moment you choose to believe you deceive and you re building your castles on sand where we wander is the question told our tale and remains mould and snow there are no gods to give us answers always keep in mind we re only children of the stars and still we chase the rainbow running helter skelter out of mind until our days have gone down in the west and the cold wind and rain fill my chest and i rest was need or greed the reason was it tantamount to treason was no worthy game in season in their days what was needed and the ways of the world do not change by your choice to believe in a lie you should sail out and see where you stand i demand for the moment you choose to believe you deceive and you re building your castles on sand