At the End - L'âme Immortelle

Trodden paths they seem outdated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