Well the writings on the wall i've been told my friend Lending time to conquests that we once had And all the rite, all the rotten gazes that reach out upon the lands i've wandered Left to climb the mountain so high When the mind grows older We can decide the end of survive It's all intertwined We've known this all these years And as the tribe rolls onward Burning the pyres and swallowing embers Holding for miles, the source of all their fears Fall in line, you've done your time The gold is mine my brother You seem so troubled Hey, you better make time All is lost, set the course You're cold as frost my brother You seem so troubled Hey, you better make time There are ancient pathways through mountains They say you need only guides I often ask myself just why And all is lost And all the talk of how they bleed through the valleys Bookend in torture As they climb the mountain so high Reach down today