Fey

Oh my old friend / How did we get so far so soon / Chasing dragons in the white of the map / In the blue of your veins

Maybe we´d played / Our little games / In the dark of the world / For a bit too long / And lost our souls

And with death´s release / The knowledge comes / It was the life all along / We´d been afraid of / In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw you leave this mortal life

Oh my old friend / We grew up boys with a shadow of a man / And neither one of us was afraid to die / Had a cyclops asked

For had we not / Buried a graveyard / Of screamings ghosts / With a bitter pride / And called it life

And all tomorrow´s games / Are just a memory / Of all the things you dub too common / In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw you leave this mortal life

Oh do not want too bad / Or the price will be too dear / And do not want too much / Or you´re not ready to let go of / And do not judge / For what do you know / Of a life with nothing to gain / And everything left to loose

In carriage golden / Drawn by horses blind / I saw you leave this mortal life