What tells of a noble characterA leader, a hero, a dying knight?
Those of given is but hidden
Until the very last light
To make a stand, to cast a net
One day the mute would break out in song
But what really calls to endure
Is a living in the unknown
Running is futile, hiding forbidden
My place I have to hitch
So I'll stretch across the rivers and valleys
In darkness I'll be your bridge