Eden Echo - Kingmaker lyrics

Soldier of fortune Decider of fate He carries the life-givers weight The mountain before him Bestowed him his name The Kingmaker will rise again The sword and the story The talismans eye His destiny catches the light He is born of the ghosts of the land From the dead and the falling sand The priest and the pagan Contend for his soul The passage to young from the old The wеight of the burden Of human disdain The virtuous suffеr in vein He is born of the ghosts of the land From the dead and the falling sand Like a blaze, astral fire In the wake of desire In the realm of the gods and men He is made of the stones and the trees He is forged by the will of kings Understand he is born of the ghosts of the land From the dead and the falling sand Like a blaze, astral fire In the wake of desire In the realm of the gods and men He is made of the stones and the trees He is forged by the will of kings He is born of the ghosts of the land From the dead and the falling sand Like a blaze, astral fire In the wake of desire In the realm of the gods and men In the realm of the gods In the realm of the God and man