Where will I turn
If the soul must wander...

On Vellum pages are words
hewn by blood stained quills...

Take a Spring day...when it comes
where flowers bloom to face the Sun...

On a shattered line of crosses
We piled our hatred high...

Beneath the Hanging Stone
Eyes cast across the waters...

Weapons gleam in rows
We crouch at whim of crowns...

Will you stand here
Where the blood vows given...

Now that there is no turning
stand you here with me...

I stand here now
facing a monument to futility...

There is a rumour born
in the cold mist of morning...

Take one long and final step
though the pages of a holy book...

I then came to stand before them
those heroes of Crown and Kingdom...