Insomnium - The Antagonist

Once upon a time
When the years flew brightly by
You held my hand through the night
You held my heart

Manifold is the misery now
And the joys turned to woe
Alone in this time-eaten tower
I wait for the dawn

I listen, as if in a dream
The wail of the winds
But no one calls my name anymore
For no one dares

No song will resound
No wail will rise
No cry will be heard
When curtain falls

Stars look down on me
From their thrones in the dark heavens
Do they see inside my soul?
Blackness there, nothing more

How did I become this man?
When I fell from grace?
The one they all spite and fear
The one you shun

No song will resound
No wail will rise
No cry will be heard
When curtain falls

No tears will be shed
No weepers on the grave
No stone to recall my name
When I leave this world

And when they look back to these times
And write down this tale
How will they remember my part?
How will they retell?

The tyrant and the iron crown
Old man with no soul
The shadow they dread and abhor
Not the hero of the play

No song resounds
No wail will rise
No tear will flow
When curtain falls

No tears will be shed for me
No weepers to wail on my grave
No headstone to recall my name
When I leave this world