Strong Ian could not tell,
Dear Mary had not known.
Their son, he had a mission
To strive and make it on his own

He had a life before it,
Dreams, destiny and all,
But that Campbel's sword and blade
Cut them down with just one fall.

He found himself a deamon,
Alone and without friend,
And strove to live his life
That he feared would never end

A cave, a sword, a hermit,
Some words his mind took in,
A millennium-old power-
He was told to fight and win

A stranger, old and crazy,
The dead are seen to rise.
He might be going insane,
Plagued with red and glowing eyes

He remembers of a story,
Finds his name among the books.
A cute and loyal sidekick,
Other friends give him wierd looks.

The visions start to haunt him,
Circle round without a rest.
They laugh and yell and taunt him,
And they mock his measley test.

They fill him full of worry,
Make him live his life in fear.
With visions for him only,
Whispers he alone can hear

With his good and noble heart,
And his sidekick by his side,
He fights a loosing battle
To win out and turn the tide

The evil is relentless,
Stings and cuts his mind and heart.
His honor, built for centuries,
Is quickly torn apart.

He fights alone and loosing,
His katana held in his hand.
He falls victim to the evil
As it spreads throughout the land.

The prophecy fortold it,
The words, an evil knell
For as solstice child fought on,
His friend and loved-one fell.

Dear Richie was the victim,
He one as much as Mac,
And Duncan could not stop it,
And could not get him back.

No power of the Quickening,
Or part of immortal soul
Could allow that thing to happen
To win-out his forgoed goal.

For his anger and his saddness
Stayed firm within his heart,
And he retreated but remembered
Why it was he had to start.

And now it is upon him,
The hero striving to behold.
The evil, raging deamon,
And the fight that was fortold.

He'll go and fight the evil,
And keep noble his good soul,
The hero and the warrior
Playing his part, his life, his role.