THE ELDER
Music: DAGS, JMGS, OLSB.
Lyrics: MLGS.
I came back to the light from the kingdom of death,
And the visions I saw, surely would take your breath.
I smelled misty darkness, and I swallowed sour fear,
I heard scary voices that still ring in my ears.
I have nothing but tears...
I'm thirsty from living but the dust in my throat,
Won't allow me to taste the bitter-sweetness of love,
From the hell of my youth, where I sadly grew old,
I came singing sad sighs, when I still had a soul.
I've been walking so long...
Where my heart did beat once, there's no blood anymore,
Just a cold heavy stone, gray and carved by the sore.
And this stone, engraved with pain - where there once was my soul -
Has instead of my essence a deep black empty hole.
My dark side took its toll....
No! the magic can't save me, nor the gods, nor the lords!
I command you to listen and remember my words!
Every wound I have wrought HAS A PRICE, people say,
In this life, or the next one, I'll somehow HAVE TO PAY.
Everyone lives that day.
No! the magic won't save you, nor the gods, nor these rhymes!
Good or bad, same returns to you, multiplied by three times.
Thus, Live thee now your life. Here's your path, walk your way.
Just remember the last words this old woman hath said:
"Every Wound You Have Wrought HAS A PRICE, People Say,
In This Life, Or The Next One, You'll Somehow HAVE TO PAY"
Everyone shall live that day...
Music: DAGS, JMGS, OLSB.
Lyrics: MLGS.
I came back to the light from the kingdom of death,
And the visions I saw, surely would take your breath.
I smelled misty darkness, and I swallowed sour fear,
I heard scary voices that still ring in my ears.
I have nothing but tears...
I'm thirsty from living but the dust in my throat,
Won't allow me to taste the bitter-sweetness of love,
From the hell of my youth, where I sadly grew old,
I came singing sad sighs, when I still had a soul.
I've been walking so long...
Where my heart did beat once, there's no blood anymore,
Just a cold heavy stone, gray and carved by the sore.
And this stone, engraved with pain - where there once was my soul -
Has instead of my essence a deep black empty hole.
My dark side took its toll....
No! the magic can't save me, nor the gods, nor the lords!
I command you to listen and remember my words!
Every wound I have wrought HAS A PRICE, people say,
In this life, or the next one, I'll somehow HAVE TO PAY.
Everyone lives that day.
No! the magic won't save you, nor the gods, nor these rhymes!
Good or bad, same returns to you, multiplied by three times.
Thus, Live thee now your life. Here's your path, walk your way.
Just remember the last words this old woman hath said:
"Every Wound You Have Wrought HAS A PRICE, People Say,
In This Life, Or The Next One, You'll Somehow HAVE TO PAY"
Everyone shall live that day...