Many ages ago
When I was just a lone traveler
By chance I came upon
A planet gone red with the threat of oblivion
I set a course for the source
A man gone bitter, a ghost from my past
Grown fat with a power
A twisted vision, once of my kin
I met with this man
And so it began

The skies quaked with rage as I rattled his cage
A beast in his cave faced with a chance to be saved
He blazed in his shame as I spoke his true name name
Peeling away the blame
He sent forth his fire rising up in a spire
A conflagration to burn away his true face
I turned and I grinned and I offered my hand
To this faceless tyrant, and said to him this:
Find aid in this hand or force in this fist

And so it goes and so it went
And so it begins again

He laughed at the thought and declared my conceit
And triggered the trapdoor, perfectly hid at my feet
"I gave you a choice!" I dove and I ran
But it was just then that my true plan began
I would drop into silence, awaiting the chimes
Two men bound by time, awaiting the blip in our line
Alignment of cause for effecting the blind
The motion begins with a drop of blood

Northward I then pushed on
Maintaining the veil, time for my plan to creep on
Lost to the memories of a lifetime behind
Long gone seems my brother, our bond beyond time
The gears began slowly to turn
Time runs fixed to the gap of our lives
Sleep took me then dreams became all my thought
Wound tight our fates bound, I felt the gears wake to life

Turn!

Seven winters spent out in the cold
The time has now come for events to unfold
My messenger sent, my message received
One word to rouse the rabble of this world

And so the time has come
I reached the peak of his fortress at dawn
When the final battle began
The clash raged on for twelve hundred days

The earth poured forth fire as I broke his desire
The beast with his shame faced with a chance to be saved
He sought for his beam, but to no avail
The chant of this world left crippled his hand
And so he sent forth a wail still sure I would fail
The final cry of a man on the edge
I looked on with pity and I offered my hand
To this unmasked tyrant, and said to him this:
Find aid in this hand or force in this fist

He let out an awful laugh
and prophesized a new rise

He spoke of an axis upon which we turn
Marked by the twelve a place to host my death
"We shall meet again" he declared as he spoke
The coward, the man, the foe I just smote
As he dropped into silence, he whispered once more
Such conviction of speech for a dying breath
I held onto those words for these long-spent years
"The motion begins with a drop of blood"