Afu - The Path of The Lost lyrics

Balance's a border The sentimental are prey But there's no warder One's foot might lay A memory's hoarder One mustn't sway But their thoughts are to molder Sleepers of the day A cry on no shoulder Whatever's on a tray He is to be bolder Man made of clay Tyranny of an order Hope comes in rays Heart's a scolder Until it strays When the scroll meets it's folder.