At The End के बोल

Trodden paths they seem outdated To many reasons I have stated The path divides I have to decide A new life, a new way to stride. Hollow eyes are watching me Tell me which way to go Do not believe the fading footsteps In this winter`s snow. Hear the thunder coming down Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown Here at the hilltop, proud I stand A new beginning at the end Trees that have seen many ages I hear them speak to me Moving forward, hide away The consequence is hard to see. Reflecting 'bout what might be A life of lust, and restlessness Or full of love and warm retreat The goods I currently posses