Left my kingdom of a time long past
within the grave of my icy throne.
Where did my people go?
Even in death I never expected to be so alone
never thought I'd wish this eternal sleep to last.
Now I'm surrounded by metal beasts
losing my soul in a royal disgrace.
Where did my people go?
Drinking despair as I taste
the bitter lies of this feast.
No one remembers my wife or child
long forgotten before yesterday begins.
Where did my people go?
If wandering is the curse of my sin
has romantic ideals become so wild?
Today I bow my head to pray
for the dead's wasted light.
Where did my people go?
Closed my eyes, and now it's night
sleeping without someone once worth the stay.