Solitary Shell

Shiny minstrels of worn out time

Look down upon you and me

Sing their praise of a time long gone

When freedom meant more than life

Kings would hold on to all Gods given

The swords and armour bright

Ground would shake below his feet

The day of the freedom call

It's all in the flow of the mysterious travelling show

It's all in the flow, this ever confusing show

In the end that's all I know

King is afraid to lose the grip

He's tired and not so well

He'll walk all night on shaky ground

And dine with the dogs of hell.

A single whisper will crack the wall

A song is a wrecking ball

Lost in the vortex of friend and foe

A solitaire in his shell

And it's all in the way that every kingdom fall

And it's all in the way all good men must go