Legend

Heed the words of your master

No sign of regret as they sold him away

For a pittance of silver

Tears of the child evolve to hate

Their name, their face

Condemned to an arduous fate

The guardians bend and break

In the halls of the stronghold

Bodies are tested, minds take shape

The boy will learn and grow

Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?

Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?

Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?

Will they speak your name?

Over and over and over, the story is told

Surviving the winter

No easy task for a boy of his age

In the halls of the chosen

Heartache's the one thing that they can't cage

He slips away

But is caught at the end of the day

His future they now debate

We'll harness the fire

Acolyte training will be his fate

Before it's too late

Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?

Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?

Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?

Will they speak your name?

Over and over and over, the story is told

A child, left alone, robbed of the warmth of his home

Will build, build a fire out of anything

Anywhere that he may roam

A child, with no home, through trials and training unknown

Will grow and desire and build the heart of his pyre

Will you light a fire when the world is bitter and cold?

Will you build a pyre out of that which you carry around in your soul?

Can you feed the flames with the kindling of memories old?

Will they speak your name?

Sit with me now, watch as the story unfolds