Haggard

Born through astral constellation
Those pictures are now getting clearer
Inside his head
And sent by the highest god
They start to rise from the deepest depth
My King - dead - no!!!
Dying by the lance... so slow...
He wipes the tears
Away, and tries to think
As clear as the falling rain
But his hope begins to sink
...down to this point
Do you fear? Yes you do, and you always will!
The bleeding of another part
Crawls into your mind and still...