Wilderun
The Means to Preserve
There is a light at the edge of the sea
That keeps on beckoning me
The glow is not hard to miss
When washed up against the abyss
In the darkness it waits
For man to unseal its gate
Only the eyes are to blame
For what's read by a candle's flame
I swear that I'll take the grey skies in stride
Just please keep the black from my side
Blood of a shadow's heart
Can never flow in the dark
Close your eyes and you'll
Always stay here
Nothing to hide from or fear
So bring me the shield, not the sword
But bring me nothing I've adored
Just bring me the means to preserve one body
And I will ask for nothing more
Await no fate
Too late, too late
So bring me the shield, not the sword
Bring me a coward's last reward
Cause if you grant me the power to fight this battle
I will keep begging you for more