"In the shadows of an alehouse, where the lanterns dimly glow, A man sits with a tankard, drowning sorrows, feeling low. With laughter all around him, he can’t join the cheer, For the ghosts of his past haunt him, each drink and every tear.
Oh, the weight of steel and honor, turned heavier each night. So he traded them for a tankard, passing each night, In the haze of empty glasses, where his memories collide. He’s trading his dreams for nightmares, from which he wants to run, For he is lost in darkness, cloaked in grief he hopes to hide.
The tales shared by the firelight remind him of the past, When he stood proud and fearless, with a bond that was meant to last. Now he drowns in bitter ale, each sip a silent plea, To forget the weight of failure, to find some kind of peace.
Oh, the weight of steel and honor, turned heavier each night. So he traded them for a tankard, passing each night, In the haze of empty glasses, where his memories collide. He’s trading his dreams for nightmares, from which he wants to run, For he is stuck in darkness, in a tankard he cannot hide.
As the tavern door swings open, laughter fills the air, A voice that spoke of freedom, and an oath too hard to bear. With a sigh, he lifts his tankard, toasting to the ones who fell, But deep inside, he knows he’s lost, trapped in this self-made hell.
Oh, the weight of steel and honor, turned heavier each night. So he traded them for a tankard, passing each night, In the haze of empty glasses, where his memories collide. He’s trading his dreams for nightmares, from which he wants to run, For he has fallen in darkness, courting what he ought to hide.
But the whispers call to you now, can’t you hear them say, When will you let go of your burdens? When will you find your way? For Souls who need your guidance, whom lost and in despair. Will you rise to meet their calling, or remain trapped in your snare?
Oh, the weight of steel and honor need not turn heavier each night. So he need not trade for a tankard, passing each night, In the haze of his nightmares, where his memories collide. He can trade them for a purpose, from which he shouldn’t run, For light he finds in darkness, when he faces what he cannot hide.
So will he linger in the shadows, with a heart that’s bound in chains, A knight who lost his purpose, seeking solace in the stains. But somewhere deep within him, a wish for a flicker to rise, To find the strength to carry on, and turn his tears to smiles.
Oh, the weight of steel and honor need not turn heavier each night. For I will share it with you, passing each night, In the haze of our nightmares, where our memories will collide. Let us trade them for a purpose, from which we ought not run, For light we find in darkness, together once we come out of hiding."
