Of demons or of men, he could not perish Save his first death, which led to the prize Lives, loves he could not cherish His true being in disguise Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez Quick of hand and tongue How many heads his blade had taken When the western world was young
At Plataea he'd marched for Spartan kind To a clifftop he was bade The Kurgan defeated for a time Sent from the edge and shattered his blade The vilest of foes swore Take Ne to slay They'd meet again at Babylonian gates Escaping by the sea with his head that day To be the only One, they chased their fates He'd head of a man from Celtic hills In league with the devil; clubbed and stoned His clan had set his blood to spill Angus did not one stone throw The Highlander he'd learned had been banished From the deadly stroke his life did not end From all people he had vanished The Quickening would find him, his master, his friend
Teaching the price of immortality Begging McLeod leave his life behind From the pain of loss he'd wished him freed His true life's path The quickening, The Gathering To parry and thrust with ease and might The knowledge of all would be his to give To lose his head his only plight No fear of death, but fear to live Hunting the clansman in darkness thick For one slain before, yet had not died The Kurgan burst inward through wood and brick An old adversary instead inside McLeod nowhere to be seen They cast their words of gloat Their swords in fire sheened Ramírez swung and cut his throat
Smashing and dodging up the stairs Casting walls of stone aside Blades streaking lightning on grisly glares A tempest now matching their fury outside Ramírez run through: one head nearer his goal His teacher, his friend, from the world had gone His essence trapped in The Kurgan's soul Masamune's steel would be carried on
Of demons or men, he could not perish Save his first death, which led to the prize Lives, loves he could not cherish His true being in disguise Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez Quick of hand and tongue How many heads his blade had taken When the western world was youngTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
