I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
I would be no more a king But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours. Look on my thin gray hair and hollow cheeks And on these hands that may not lift the sword This body trembling like a wind-blown reed. No woman loves me, no man seeks my help, Because I be not of the things I dream. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian image
Slowly the sun yields Colors of regal might battling the unbending winds above footprints lost in a sea of sand, reminiscing youthful feet. Laughter will forever echo where time is your friend for stolen pride crown princes hollow ruling kingdoms dead. Slowly the sun yields while in gold lips speak of praise sorrow free.