He walks the halls of marble stone A king of shadows on a lonely throne The armor shines, a mask so cold To hide the stories that were never told The smell of rain, the scent of flowers Haunt the silence of his darkest hours He burns the canvas in the fireplace light To kill the boy he was that night Oh, the Hawk flies alone in the winter sky Too proud to fall, too afraid to cry He plays a song that no one hears A melody composed of frozen tears Behind the sword, a painter’s hand Lost in the wars of a frozen land Seeking a love he dares not name Trapped in the ice, afraid of the flame The lute strings shiver under his touch For a heart that feels a little too much He saw the lies behind the velvet veil And turned his soul into a coat of mail The world sees glory, the world sees power He only sees the wilting flower A prisoner within his own estate Guarding the walls against his fate Does he dream of colors in the gray? Does he wish the heavy rain away? Or does he find comfort in the gloom? A silent ghost in an empty room Waiting for someone to break the spell And save him from his private hell Oh, the Hawk flies alone in the winter sky Too proud to fall, too afraid to cry He plays a song that no one hears A melody composed of frozen tears Behind the sword, a painter’s hand Lost in the wars of a frozen land Seeking a love he dares not name Trapped in the ice, afraid of the flame The music fades, the hawk descends Where the general breaks, and the artist mends Sleep now, my Duke, the storm will end