I was blown away
What could I say"
It all seemed to make sense
You've taken away everything
And I can't deal with that
I try to see the good in life
But good things in life are hard to find
We'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good"
How many worlds is this, now"
And drawn to it just like all the rest.
All those things he knows best, he can feel at his core, all happening here.
Strife. Conflict. Passion. Battles have been fought here, great battles all can see as well as constant, smaller struggles that all but escape notice of any kind.
And so much more. This is a place of magic, even moreso than that long ago lonely mountain where some of his brethren sit still, confident in their supposed superiority.
Let them rot there. Without new experiences, struggles and adventures, all you do it stay still, never evolving.
And stagnation leads to death. This is something he knew even when he sat among his kind, before he grew restless and began to wander.
There is only one he has missed.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
Comrade. Sister. Lover. A warrior, like him.
But where he had been the passion, the fire, wading in and laying waste, she had been the cooler head.
The temper of his steel, the direction to his might. The wisdom and thought that guided even the mighty embodiment of bloody conflict.
Their kind were given to philandering, it is true. When you are of a kind that cannot die, such distractions are easy to fall into.
But there had always been one he returned to. One he could not resist.
And if not for his own restlessness, his own nature, he might have stayed there.
Taken all I could take And I cannot wait We're wasting too much time Being strong, holding on Can't let it bring us down My life with you means everything So I won't give up that easily I'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good" 'Cause it's all misunderstood
But she had not been as restless as he. Not then. And despite that pull, he could not be a traitor to his own nature.
She had understood...even if she had not been happy.
And so he had left.
For so long, he believed she would stay on that lonely mountain.
It was not until ages later that he felt her again.
Following.
So unlike her - she had always been the one to lead, never to follow. He had been the spear, she the warrior who directed that spear to the right place.
And now he is guiding her...or at the least leading the way.
But then, he can feel, not all is as it was.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
We can't let this get away Let it out, let it out Don't get caught up in yourself Let it out
Something is different about her, yes. The warrior is still there.
But buried beneath something else.
Just like all the other times.
Should he let her catch him this time? This silly game has gone on long enough - they've been circling each other, feint and dodge.
Part of it, he knows, is because she was always better at this game than he.
But for once, he has the upper hand.
Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
Let's start over It's not over, yeah This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
He's known that they would finally come to this. Since that first time he felt her following, he knew.
She had been his guide so many times.
Perhaps now he can be hers.
The top of the mountain is lonely, desolate. From its peak, though, he can see far away to the horizon in all directions. The frigid wind that blows past him goes unnoticed - his is and always has been of fire in the blood, and cold has never touched his heart.
The softly spoken, deep timbre of his voice carries beyond the wind, above its unholy howl.
"I've been waiting for you."
How many worlds is this, now"
And drawn to it just like all the rest.
All those things he knows best, he can feel at his core, all happening here.
Strife. Conflict. Passion. Battles have been fought here, great battles all can see as well as constant, smaller struggles that all but escape notice of any kind.
And so much more. This is a place of magic, even moreso than that long ago lonely mountain where some of his brethren sit still, confident in their supposed superiority.
Let them rot there. Without new experiences, struggles and adventures, all you do it stay still, never evolving.
And stagnation leads to death. This is something he knew even when he sat among his kind, before he grew restless and began to wander.
There is only one he has missed.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
Comrade. Sister. Lover. A warrior, like him.
But where he had been the passion, the fire, wading in and laying waste, she had been the cooler head.
The temper of his steel, the direction to his might. The wisdom and thought that guided even the mighty embodiment of bloody conflict.
Their kind were given to philandering, it is true. When you are of a kind that cannot die, such distractions are easy to fall into.
But there had always been one he returned to. One he could not resist.
And if not for his own restlessness, his own nature, he might have stayed there.
Taken all I could take And I cannot wait We're wasting too much time Being strong, holding on Can't let it bring us down My life with you means everything So I won't give up that easily I'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good" 'Cause it's all misunderstood
But she had not been as restless as he. Not then. And despite that pull, he could not be a traitor to his own nature.
She had understood...even if she had not been happy.
And so he had left.
For so long, he believed she would stay on that lonely mountain.
It was not until ages later that he felt her again.
Following.
So unlike her - she had always been the one to lead, never to follow. He had been the spear, she the warrior who directed that spear to the right place.
And now he is guiding her...or at the least leading the way.
But then, he can feel, not all is as it was.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
We can't let this get away Let it out, let it out Don't get caught up in yourself Let it out
Something is different about her, yes. The warrior is still there.
But buried beneath something else.
Just like all the other times.
Should he let her catch him this time? This silly game has gone on long enough - they've been circling each other, feint and dodge.
Part of it, he knows, is because she was always better at this game than he.
But for once, he has the upper hand.
Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over 'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
Let's start over It's not over, yeah This love is killing me But you're the only one It's not over
He's known that they would finally come to this. Since that first time he felt her following, he knew.
She had been his guide so many times.
Perhaps now he can be hers.
The top of the mountain is lonely, desolate. From its peak, though, he can see far away to the horizon in all directions. The frigid wind that blows past him goes unnoticed - his is and always has been of fire in the blood, and cold has never touched his heart.
The softly spoken, deep timbre of his voice carries beyond the wind, above its unholy howl.
"I've been waiting for you."