[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 death through the wind, and then Adrenaline rushed through my fingertips Skim through the script and can see our King did this Typical invasion plan, whys he trying to take this land? Whats 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 pass too many sad faces Thats nothing but the trace of ash, and the bitter grapes of wrath Mustve 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 dont let the wolf bite [Narrator] His patience it plummets like wings broken in full flight [Shalim] Hes looking at me like Im heartless [Narrator] Shalim is not the one to argue with [Shalim] Sun yields to darkness [Narrator] Hes seething [Shalim] Im leaving! [Narrator] But wait Like shadows encroaching on light, enter rongon and his entourage [Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror] Whos 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 harass the old man [Mattic as Rongon the Conqueror] Government ground sound pounds for punishment Judgment from hell bent, so decide whos running this shit Not you or this fool, we duel I unspool and reschool 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 youre dreaming Guillotine strike light for the flight, expose, confuse Ill 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 Ive 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
shalim, narrator, rongon, mattic, conqueror