The cold wind caresses my handnSinging songs of wastelandsnIt keeps telling menThat my time has comennHiding behind these wallsnWatching my kingdom fallnBearing a crown of warnWho am I now?nnFootsteps across these empty plainsnHolds the hope of grace and newfound strengthnnHiding behind these wallsnWatching my kingdom fallnBearing a crown of warnWho am I now?