Throne of Amber

In the early hours of dawn

Through the garden where the flowers hung

Where the favored ones are waited on

And the weaker ones are filled with song

Well I went mad, I was mad

Surely there's another way

You know I've searched forever

Now the years are only fleeting

Oh

Bring me an axe

Bring me an spade

Bring me an winding sheet

For my grave

And let thy winds

And the tempest beat

And I'll lie down as cold as clay

Where's the warm and piercing sun

You know I can't remember

Long before the violent sea

Surrounded me in misery

I heard their voices something like wings

Bring me an axe

Bring me an spade

Bring me an winding sheet

For my grave

And let thy winds

And the tempest beat

And I'll lie down as cold as clay