I Don't Even Know My Name

Stone halls stretch beyond the dark Fingers trace old, fading marks I stand, I wait, I watch the door But I don’t know what I’m waiting for Was it treasure? Was it fate? Was I left here, or did I stay too late? The years, the dust, they feel the same And I don’t even know my name... Candles burn, but no one’s near Something stirs, then disappears My hands still grip a rusted blade But I forgot what war we waged (Just the sound of time passing...) Was it treasure? Was it fate? Was I left here, or did I stay too late? The years, the dust, they feel the same And I don’t even know my name... (...Maybe they’ll come back someday.)