Texty: Aerium (the). Song For The Dead King. Sentinel.

Making to believe
That there is time for everything.
Seconds kill you slowly
But certainly.

You don't need a key
The door is locked from the outside
But they deprived me
To set you free.

Walls of stones.
You're In the cell only four paces long
You're better submit imprisonment
By order of the crown.

Making me to hope
That you'll take this curse off me
You know I can't deny
My singularity

I can hear you say
To help you to escape the jail
But I must obey
My majesty

Time glides on
And moon replaces sun
Prisoners turn the bones
One by one.