Illumination Fades (Eyefear)

Months of the northern winter Darkest mountains mask the sun I hear a storm approaching Blackest clouds and howling winds Echoes across the sky I'm safe within my fortress, locked from within No sympathy for the weak, confide in yourself Accompanied, shadowed by power Journey to my kingdom Destined to remain a soul of the old world I glimpse into the past and stare into what once was But may never be again And receiving only time to search all paths And roam the land Journey to my kingdom Destined to remain a soul of the old world Journey to my kingdom Destined to remain a soul of the old world