| A torn soul stands upon a mountaintop, |
| shrouded in his illusory darkness. |
| His long hair blows in the wind, |
| and his eyes hide in shadows. |
| He's no prince charming. |
| He looks upon the world with disdain. |
| He causes pain and grief. |
| -but he fights for a better world, |
| he comes from a tortured past, |
| and he is a hero in his own right. |