A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again

Come shine my way May healing waters bury all my pain Carry me home The fabric of reality is tearing apart The piece of me that died Will return To live again

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

Kill the inside and let it burn Tell the lonely where to go He’s not the only without hope A moment of something where the dark can reverse The fire may not open, but the devil will return Insanity or glory, in a mind that never learns The empty eyes are

One of these days you'll break away Mother nature's lonely son Chase that rabbit down the hole Down the path of no return Good God what have I done? I'll drown or I will burn One of these days you'll fade away (Chase that rabbit down the hole) One of

You return like Saturn to me Oh, w-w-w-w-woah You leave and return Eventually you will proceed to give me what I need And that's how it should be You're just like Saturn to me, to me (Saturn to me) I orbit around the way that you are Can't help but be

We will not return to the countless mistakes of the past Only through dedication will I destroy all preconception Walk with me I will not relive the failures of the man I once was No longer will I let myself be truly satisfied with the standard Let this

We are anything When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance is further and farther without you Contorting to fit somewhere I do not belong

Murder at midnight The enemy on the way Will he return with the day? The devil's seed on the way And then we tell you to pray At night I saw him And not a soul has called