'neath The Oak

We Have Had Our Era
Our Place In History
But With the Winds And Sands All Changing Time To Rest
'neath The Oak Tree

It Is At An End
I Have Fullfilled My Quest
Greater Than Ten Thousand Before
We Stand As Titans

Now Some Would Say
This Is Destiny
I Tend To Believe In My Heart Of Hearts We Should Bow
'neath The Oak Tree

Can I Keep It Going
But For How Long
We All May Suffer
You Face The End

I Cant Keep To Myself
Many Thoughts In My Head
The Magic Of Stories
An Overwhelming Dread

And If One Would Listen
We Are Not To Old
My Heart Is Still Black
With Tales To Be Told

There Is One More Thing
That Needs To Be Said
Ill Be Here Later And
Long After You Are Dead

'neath The Oak