In times, long forgotten, legends lay,
Tales of heroes, long since dead.
Some say their actions are remembered
But what IS remembered
Is not their actions, or words...
It's their heart and soul,
Their passion for their cause.

War, peace, and revolution;
The three callings for a hero.
An endless waltz to the world,
In which we live.

Yes, for THEIR cause...
For even evil has it's heroes.
But again, what is evil?
What is good?
They are but reflections of
the human soul.
Far too grey to understand
The fine lines between
Light and darkness.

War, peace, and revolution;
The three callings for a hero.
An endless waltz to the world,
In which we live.

Times change, heroes die,
Legends made, are long forgotten.
Yet where would we be
Without these heroes?
We may never know.
Yet even in darkness
There is a glimmer of hope.

Heroes are made, not born.
That makes for a new legend
For every era and generation.
Thus new tales spring from old,
New heroes take stand,
Leading the hearts of the people
To a new victory.