I have lost my wings For a world swallowed by spirals My banishment is my grave anchored in iron My one star is dead Since the gentle one was slain My own dismal heart Lost and flying petals of disgrace Suffering bound away in the house of lamentation And only the trees pronounce my real name And only the stones can fathom this horrid pain I give my ghost to the children of dirt Darkest part of shadows, woods no axe can cut I deflect the darts of conquering gods The horizon bleeds, chasing lost voices from below The desolate hills The desolate hills and fields Are foiled by the fog But then, when your rain Disappears into the ground I alone can breathe The mist that brings a cure to drought Am I the empire at the end of decadence? Prince of stricken towers Bound in Earth's realm forever