The Cry Of The Knight

I see deserted valleys, I imagine grey waters
And I see your face, in the frozen northern wind
Your destiny without mine, not knowing.
Nothing has any more sense, or evidence
Here by owe of honor, you just may live
What is your only weakness.

Over there I hear your cries
Their echoes burn in my heart
Waiting silently for the night
Suffering from your absence.

Your combats don't seem so real
Neither hate nor passion you feel
You who for a king, abandon for the right thing
The only force that keep you living

Over there sound your cries
Their echoes break down my heart
Silently waiting for the night
In the cold keeping in mind...

One day your tears will dry
Forever you'll have my heart
Waiting for the end of night,
Finally the sun rises!