Choosing Exile, We Are Not Alone The wind roars, crystals from the havens float to the ground Do the angels not miss their wings? Fly through soft, dense clouds and breathe in the air Do you see them fall so fast? They will touch the ground ere the sun comes up Choosing exile, we are not alone Kings of old, death and glory Death and life, hand in hand Kings of old, death and glory Choosing exile, we are not alone The road ever winds, the trees ever whisper And no one knows when it will come to an end Do you hear ethereal voices, high above you Nay, they are coming from the trees A mournful chorus as the ones who taught us so much Depart, taking with them our inspiration Kings of old, death and glory Death and life, hand in hand Kings of old, death and glory Choosing exile, we are not alone When do the ships set sail? Will we have a chance to say goodbye? Do you hear the voices calling Can you see the angels falling Are you going to run with me Or remain in your silent tomb The path twists and turns and falls And withers along the way Will you follow it to the end ‘Til the close of day Kings of old, death and glory Death and life, hand in hand Kings of old, death and glory Choosing exile, we are not alone Choosing exile, we are not alone
It had a great fantasy atmosphere to it, and that is great since I'm a fantasy fan myself. I think I prefer your more emotionally driven stuff more, but that's just personal opinion. Great job and beautiful word choice.