Neither wizards, neither heroes
walking every day the same way
Oh man where your will is gone？
Not an answers, not even a sigh
the dry cold concrete road avoiding the crowd
But something is still burning in the heart of him,
a melody continuously ringing in his ears
Oh…
as though he had remembered something,
pulling off all the clothes he was accustomed to wearing
“Bring me the sword, the heavy shield
The time to start again a new Tale”
