Lyrics
On a road where the shadows crossed,
A young man laughed, his eyes like frost.
An old man stood, with weary hands,
And a Book held close like a battle brand.
“You’ve wasted your breath,” the young man said,
“Praying to ghosts and eating dry bread.
You build your life on hollow skies,
I chase the thrill before it dies!”
The old man smiled, his voice like rain,
“You gamble well — but not the game.
If I am wrong, I lose but air;
If you are wrong, your soul lays bare.”
What did you wager, oh son of dust?
What did you trade for broken trust?
If I lose, I lose a sigh—
But if you lose, you lose the sky!
You lose the sky…
The young man scoffed, he turned away,
“The earth is all! I’ll seize the day!”
The old man knelt in the dust and wept,
As the heavens stirred but the sleeper slept.
The wager’s cast with every breath,
Not one escapes the hand of death.
If I am wrong, I lose a dream,
If you are wrong, you lose the stream.
What did you wager, oh fleeting flame?
What did you sell for a dying name?
If I lose, I lose a song—
But if you lose, you lose it all!
You lose it all…
Time collapses, the trumpet blows!
The cracks appear in marble rows!
He stands again, the skies ignite!
The young man cries, but not in light!
Too late he saw the crimson tide,
The opened books, the Voice outside.
The road was gone, the choice was past,
The wager weighed, the die was cast.
What did you wager, child of clay?
The breath of kings for dust and fray!
If I was wrong, I lost a sigh—
But you—you lost the endless sky.
You lost the sky…
You lost…the sky…
You lose…everything…
Everything…
Everything…
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