[Intro] I thought there would be more. Some change in how the world moved, some sound the earth would recognize. You had been here for so long, I thought existence would object. [Verse 1] They say you stood before them, still believing they would hear. You had quieted their quarrels, you had checked them year by year. You had bloodied pride to humble it, pulled madness from its hunt. You believed that when you named the danger, they would remember what it was. I knew better. I knew better. And I let you go alone. [Pre-Chorus] I had asked you once to leave them. You said there was another way. You had stood beside them centuries. You still believed that you could stay and turn their hands from ruin, make them listen, make them see. I could not make you come with me. I thought you would come back to me. [Chorus] Mythal, what am I to do with this? Where am I to put your name? I have carried it through every quarrel, every distance, every change. I could leave you. I could fight you. I could tell you you were wrong. I could spend a hundred years in anger. I cannot make you gone. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Before the crowns and supplication, before they learned to kneel, you found me when I was still Wisdom, before I chose what flesh could feel. You asked, and I came with you. You asked, and I learned war. Wisdom turned its hand to violence, became something it was never for. You had asked me for my counsel, trusted what I chose to see. I wonder when I stopped advising, or when you stopped hearing me. Still, through every bitter difference, one belief remained with me: if there came a final danger, I could still come back to you. [Pre-Chorus] And I did. When they reached toward what we'd buried, when the danger became plain, I begged you, leave them. Come away. You said you'd speak to them. [Chorus] Mythal, what am I to do with this? You knew what they had become. You had watched their mercy turn to ownership, watched their worship make them numb. I could curse you for believing there was reason left to find. I could curse myself forever for not making you change your mind. You were wrong. You were wrong. Why does saying it still feel like one more wound I give you? [Instrumental] [Verse 3] There must have been another sentence. There must have been a better word. Some arrangement of the truth that you would finally have heard. I have turned our final meeting through a thousand different forms. In one, I do not leave you. In one, you take my hand. In one, you look at me and choose to understand. In one- There must be one. There must be. [Bridge] Who remembers what I was before you asked me to be more? Who remembers how I sounded before I learned the voice of war? Who remembers every argument before our names became our roles? Who knew the shape of me before the world demanded one? You knew me before Fen'harel. Before rebellion. Before command. Before they spat my name like poison. Before anyone called me anything. You knew- You knew. And now there is no one left who knew me then. [Instrumental] [Verse 4:] You went to them with reason. Of course you did. You always thought that reason could recall them to themselves. And they killed you. Not in battle. Not by chance. They looked upon the one among them who could still pronounce a limit and removed it. [Final Chorus] Mythal, what am I to do with this? There is nowhere for it to go. There will never be another answer, never time to make this right, never one more bitter argument that carries through the night. I was angry. I was right. I was cruel. You would not hear me. You were wrong. I walked away. And I would give- I would give anything to have one more thing to forgive you for. [Outro] I cannot bring you back. I cannot change the words we left between us. I cannot find the sentence I should have said. I cannot reason with the dead. But they are not dead. They took you from this world and reached again for what would end it. I asked them once to listen. I will not ask again.
