My heavy boots hit the cold grey stone
I walk this ruined hall all alone
The iron blade is a jagged weight
I carry the burden of a dark fate
The oil lamp flickers in the salt breeze
My tired spirit is down on its knees
I count every step by the orange glow
Where the warm winds of the summer blow
Rest your sword by the dying flame
Forget the glory and forget the name
Just a spark in the hollow night
Keeping us warm in the amber light
The brass bells ring in a distant tower
I wait for the strike of the final hour
My armor is rusted and stained with red
I walk with the ghosts of the ancient dead
Rest your sword by the dying flame
Forget the glory and forget the name
Just a spark in the hollow night
Keeping us warm in the amber light
The tide comes in to wash the shore
I cannot fight the battle anymore
I lay my shield on the broken floor
And close the lock on the heavy door
The pump organ moans a low steady sound
My weary body is finally bound
I watch the embers drift up to the sky
While the old seagulls scream a long goodbye
The salt air bites at my weathered skin
I let the peace of the evening in
The fire burns low in the circle of stone
The king on the hill is now sitting alone
Rest your sword by the dying flame
Forget the glory and forget the name
Just a spark in the hollow night
Keeping us warm in the amber light
Just one more step to the light.
Lay it down, lay it down.
