Here I will stand watch for your return for your return

Will you have changed or stayed the same?

I ask these things only to stay sane

Here I remain in the abandoned tower I await your return at your most convenient hour

Now my friend death he grows bored

He pulls the wings from flies and asks if they're still flies

I don't listen to his lies or meet him in the eyes

I know that you'll come back I need no other fact

So have no fear I will remain herе come sun or cloud I have no doubt in your return

In your rеturn

The consuming cloud it draws near

It swallows mountains whole

Sucks in the stars and the air

But why should I fear? I know soon you'll be here

I ignore death's sneers his jabs and jeers

And we'll rebuild the abandoned tower it's former glory returns it'll be our finest hour