Paragon
NORTHLANE · Mesmer 2017 · Track 11 of 11
The last of our martyrs seeks no adoration From his castle in the air of eternal vibration We won't lose sight of the lasting words he wrote We won't lose sight of what matters most
A shining beacon of wisdom Armed to the teeth Fearless conviction Now that he's gone we're going to miss him
Immortalized between the lines Conceived by a human heart inside
He once said to us, my friend hope is a prison But the hope his chords sung only spread love In a hollow crowned kingdom
There are no fighters left here anymore See you on the other side Of that open door
We won't lose sight We won't lose sight Of the lasting words he wrote We won't lose sight of what matters most