You ride the rim of a broken street
Where the cold mud clings to your tired feet
The wind cuts hard like a rusted blade
And the price of the trip is already paid
Hold the torch high where the legends sleep
In the heavy dark where the secrets keep
Cold stone walls and a gold-leaf glare
Ancient ghosts breathing heavy air
You see the carvings on a granite face
A map of a long and a forgotten race
The torch oil drips on the blackened floor
You open a heavy and iron-bound door
Hold the torch high where the legends sleep
In the heavy dark where the secrets keep
Cold stone walls and a gold-leaf glare
Ancient ghosts breathing heavy air
It is like a fare that you cannot pay
A debt that you owe at the end of the day
The air smells of sulfur and old damp brine
You cross over a white chalk line
Hold the torch high where the legends sleep
In the heavy dark where the secrets keep
Cold stone walls and a gold-leaf glare
Ancient ghosts breathing heavy air
The road is long and the night is lean
The hardest sights are the ones unseen
Just a short ride to the edge of the map
Then you fall right into the dragon's trap
The flame flickers low on a silver shield
The truth of the ruin is finally revealed
You stand in the center of a hallowed ring
While the dead kings start to hum and sing
Hold the torch high where the legends sleep
In the heavy dark where the secrets keep
Cold stone walls and a gold-leaf glare
Ancient ghosts breathing heavy air
Keep the light steady. Don't look back.
Just drive.
