The Challenger

by Leslie Fish

Here is me, singing this. 2.8 MB MP3

When I was a child I dreamed
But they were not dreams at all
Of far off times, of far off lands
of watching kingdoms rise and fall
All their bodies and names I had
But always the same work to do
Always Artisan, Warrior, Witch;
I never thought the dreams were true

Slowly through the years I learned
Hands that ached to hold a pen
A rebel soul, no order held
and vision into minds of men
At last I read in an ancient book
and saw what I had always known
Then I knew that the dreams were true
for the tale it told was once my own

Why do I come circling back?
Slowly did the memories clear
Of ancient wars, of friends and foes
but never of my purpose here
Still I sharpened my three-fold skills
for use in some unknown game
Only knowing that age upon age
my enemy was still the same

Patterns that repeat I see
Faster through the world they skew
The stars come right, the fates take flight
And all the myths and dreams come true
Whatever battle the Gods prepare
For artistry, for weapons or for mind
There I haste for the answer waits
The purpose I was born to find

Then I saw the armies march
Saw him raise his power high
He preached, "Obey", he practiced Rule
and fattened on the ancient lie
His weadling words, his mystic might
His ultimately iron hand
His promise - Hell - I know them well -
Finally I understand

Master of the secret dark
Are you so supprised to see
The ancient foe you should well know
come to spoil your victory
Is your memory worse than mine
or wouldn't you beleive that it was true?
That I have hunted the ages down
Fated to come after you