Where All Gods Rest Poem by Alexander Foald

Looking back at the flowing times
Where the queens fall behind us
There’s a number of sign you could see
There’s a past that’s been forgotten

Won’t you walk with your life?
Trying to be a man, but you cry inside
Hell must know better your name
Even if your father deny to remember

And my life has been disgraceful
With love as a feeling created a night to dream
With lonesome as a redemption to all warrior
With my sinful debt to be paid before I die,
Here on my homeland

So you know, my humble follower
You’re not alone, you never been
I wish I could tell you where I laid my back
Before I go to the place where all gods rest