the search for your own path may be long and arduous and might be the hardest journey of all as in reality also in our dreams we walk uneasy steps along dark and perilous ways searching for the truth but a spark at the end of the pathway appears and the old willow speaks again for the last time and at last it is now time to crown the new elvenking listen o ye my old friend hear my songs echoing out through the archways of the elms on the leaves my bare feet tread i leave a trace of my existence with my bitterness and aims surrounded by a cloak of haze lacerating and trying to wound my weary flesh and firm belief step by step in this dark maze i try to find a sign that leads me far away from the relief all the miles to cover a little closer to the gale i face this storm crying out my wail through perilous insidious ways i walk uneasy steps i m led by grief the soil i tread is crumbling like shifting sands is eating me away it s taking me under no air to breathe no blood to bleed wake the fury the cry for mercy feel the winter s fire back to old days where i can recall my candid unready desires abortion contention turned to new life and redemption carried away by all that s said and done i m a teardrop away from salvation from my own liberation now the time has come and my path undone all the boundaries ve been broken chains are dead and gone now the time has come and i am the one a reign of renewal carved in my roots the king of the elves is back one night i heard the owls say find the truth beneath the stars and travel back to heaths of green a memory from long ago vague images are floating like a branch i need to cling to i have been under siege but overwhelmed my enemies i m still alive prevail the realm through perilous insidious ways i walk uneasy steps i m led by grief the soil i tread is crumbling like shifting sands is eating me away it s taking me under no air to breathe no blood to bleed standing by the oak tree crooked bones all over me knock knock hear the clock the spiders now are stitching up standing by the ghost tree lumpy knotty old tree tic toc tic toc all my time is running out i yearn for my release disheartened bars contrived with hurt a weave of broken dreams is caging me yet i will run away tear it up tear it up tear it up the light of a new day is born caressing with its morning breeze crimson winds are gone with dawn with every memory to seize stand and hail the sovereign dethroned banished in slavery acclaim and revere the new king crowned with just own reverie our dream and fantasy dreaming away find another way to live and find another dawn and another place dreaming away try to be strong within and find another path and another road dreaming away give relief to the scars of yesterday washing away all the blames you have already paid for now the time has come and i sing my song of a small boy chasing daydreams reaching high above now the time has come and i am the one the passionate heartbeat and my soul ablaze i have been crowned abduction subversion deep inside a wild commotion no more at war with all that s said and done i have finally conquered salvation and my own liberation now the time has come and my path undone all the boundaries ve been broken chains are dead and gone now the time has come and i am the one a reign of renewal carved in my roots the king of the elves is back with tears in my eyes i now follow my heritage i have been crowned the new elvenking2