Swept on the shore by the light of
the silver moon's glaive
Creeping of dawn through the streets
in the rags of a slave
Once I was lord of this kingdom from city to sea
Now twenty years past the townsfolk
are laughing at me
Crouched in the hut of the swineherd
I don my disguise
Faced with the kindness and questions
I meet them with lies
Dirty and smoke-stained I'm all
shriveled flesh, gnarled limb
Touched by the hand of the goddess
my eyes become grim
1 | Warriors Dawn |
2 | Traders And Gunboats |
3 | Hardworlder |
4 | Psionic Illumination |
5 | Heavy Metal Monk |
6 | Fergus Mac Roich |
7 | Shadows Of The Unborn |
8 | Highway Corsair |
9 | High Season |
10 | Starport Blues |