Heavenly times, the world at your fingertips

Light purple dawn on a shadowless sky;



In a place where the heroes swing hammers and axes

An old man moves graciously for the last time.



On a great frozen waterfall, smashing and kicking

The old man is tired, an old man is tired.



Woman, I  miss you , I'd like to come home

But there's nothing inside and I'm very alone.



This body won't take it, I know I won't make it.



But I'll hold on

Dream of me then