A Hero standing tall on a backstreet, wondering,
Wondering what it takes to make the kingdom come
Hammered on his fists beneath the sign of his Devil
How'd it come to be that all the wise ones fall?
They had to reach out for peace before the madman
Come to think, what if all his words is how the truth comes home
A hero's falling down, but a stumble, just a shake
Blame is all that ever seems to find his door
Casting out his hand for the weary, has to ask
Why did you ever think that she had lived at all?
Marching up the trail to the enemy's sanctum
Grace and glory cease beneath redemption's call
Stung by the sea in a search for flaming wings
An island awake and so far from alone
Set out for three upon a violent churning sea
How'd it come to be that he could find but one?
Escaping from the mist in a shadow, moving cliffs
Baring south, where oh where have the shining Jewels gone?