The Elder

Looking off the Temple Walls Armies in the Distant Lights Keeper of the City Keys Look not too afraid

Mother, Keeper of Children Round Life is just too short for me Maybe Time has aged to fast tonight But I am not to sway

Temple Master, Temple Master I Call you To your Grave And Put Into Your Place

Riders of the Blacker Winds I can see the Wild Horse lower Mountainsides cloud my memories And Still I am in stake

And There The Young did Call My Voice they're calling for To Know my Reason, The Answers of Seasons Maybe a Serving Prayer

In his Castle World The King does pray false Greed has Stolen me home And only I can see

Barely through the hole The key fits the door Soldiers dragging the floor With Them Leaving Heaven There

So My Voice did not Say What hearts what to Lay So Young ones, Be patient, Nothing is Leeching So Ldeave the Violin