All your greed and shame
Turns gold into ash
Far from king of all
Your search is in vain

As time passes your life
You will feel the emptiness
Wounds heal, hands feel
But your eyes see nothing

On your knees
Far from hell
Frozen land
Now set free

Life finds its own man
To make history
In death it's written
w2hat this man will be

Now that time has left you
Emptiness is your world
Wounds heal, hands feel
But your eyes see nothing

On your knees
Far from hell

(Solo J. Wright)

I make my own path
Re-write history
No man will tell me
What I will be