[Narrator]
His eyes burn like smoldering pieces of coal
Quest had become desperately devoid of hope
And the weariness it sits deep within his bare bones
Felt his soul was exposed, his robe hangs in tatters
Every single last lead seemed to end at a closed door
His features and feet tell the tale of countless raw rugged
Nights in the wilderness, he wore the faded tincture of
One who had taken shelter beneath the great vastness of space
[Shalim]
Alone in my element again
Heard a bird chirp dirt and d**h through the wind, and then
Adrenaline rushed through my fingertips
Skim through the script and can see our King did this
Typical invasion plan, why's he trying to take this land?
What's he got to gain from another acre of hay and sand?
Feeling unsafe, advance in to the village gates at last
Enter the market place and pa** too many sad faces
That's nothing but the trace of ash, and the bitter grapes of wrath
Must've been Rongon and the mask in a flash, over!
Down to the last soldier, how can the town overcome?
[Narrator]
Interrupted by tugs on his shoulder
Turns to a vagabond who cries
Searching up at him, pleading
Could he spare a little change for a broken soul?
That he might live to fight another day
Through these hopeless cold nights, met by silence
The man remonstrates fiercely again little did he know
[Shalim]
Stop asking me for a damn handout and see
That we all have the power to roam and be free
Now move along on your way ‘cause the brave don't let the wolf bite
[Narrator]
His patience it plummets like wings broken in full flight
[Shalim]
He's looking at me like I'm heartless
[Narrator]
Shalim is not the one to argue with
[Shalim]
Sun yields to darkness
[Narrator]
He's seething
[Shalim]
I'm leaving!
[Narrator]
But wait
Like shadows encroaching on light, enter rongon and his entourage
[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
Who's in charge of this melee in midday under sun rays? I heard you at large
Begging my pard' but I start and discard what you see as life being hard
Conversation has no taste, disappear from my face now!
[Narrator]
The general continues to hara** the old man
[Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror]
Government ground sound pounds for punishment
Judgment from hell bent, so decide who's running this sh**
Not you or this fool, we duel
I unspool and re-school you both in the street, breaking these rules!
Thou shalt not beg with both arms and legs useful
Scum, and you question I, Gods looking down from the sky
Cast out all demons, non factors here screaming
Could have lived by leaving but thinking that you're dreaming
Guillotine strike light for the flight, expose, confuse
I'll choose, metal chop your head you now lose!
[Narrator]
Shalim stands stunned, stifled by the shock
Subconscious snippets of malicious vicious laughter
Echo through his empty shell
[Shalim]
I feel as though I've crept through hell
The belly of the beast and back
And lacking any orientation from the shock
Seek shelter in a carved out rock, and fall asleep
[Narrator]
So often they end up finding you
Those things you seek