Fatal Blow
He was one of many inhabiting earth
Live with a void to his name
His ego and pride consumed his whole life
A lightweight that rose up to fame
The story is one of conceit and disdain
A being enshrouded by greed
A demise only he could accept to take blame
But a fight he would never concede
Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid
He stands there weilding only a note
While the enemy wields the same
Their eyes then lock, their spirits fuse
They know this is more than a game
Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid
The duel is on now, there''s no turning back
The adrenaline starts to flow
He hasn''t won, but he hasn''t lost
His confidence starts to grow
Nothing will phase him until the end
There''s no way he''s giving in
The thought of losing is miles away
Determined only to win
Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid
A scream rips out across the land
There has been a defeat
The god has won, the satyr falls
Not believing how he could be beat
The battle he thought only he could have won
He lost to the foe that he faced
And although his thread of life has been undone
His memory will not be erased
Golpe Fatal
Él era uno de muchos habitando la tierra
Viviendo con un vacío en su nombre
Su ego y orgullo consumieron toda su vida
Un ligero que se elevó a la fama
La historia es de soberbia y desdén
Un ser envuelto en avaricia
Un final que solo él pudo aceptar la culpa
Pero una pelea nunca admitiría
Tranquilo y sin ayuda
Con la música como su espada
Aunque sea derrotado
Ahora está claro que no tiene miedo
Él está ahí sosteniendo solo una nota
Mientras el enemigo sostiene lo mismo
Sus ojos se encuentran, sus espíritus se fusionan
Saben que esto es más que un juego
Tranquilo y sin ayuda
Con la música como su espada
Aunque sea derrotado
Ahora está claro que no tiene miedo
El duelo está en marcha, no hay vuelta atrás
La adrenalina comienza a fluir
No ha ganado, pero no ha perdido
Su confianza comienza a crecer
Nada lo afectará hasta el final
No hay forma de que se rinda
La idea de perder está lejos
Decidido solo a ganar
Tranquilo y sin ayuda
Con la música como su espada
Aunque sea derrotado
Ahora está claro que no tiene miedo
Un grito atraviesa la tierra
Ha habido una derrota
El dios ha ganado, el sátiro cae
Sin creer cómo pudo ser vencido
La batalla que pensó que solo él podría ganar
Perdió ante el enemigo que enfrentó
Y aunque su hilo de vida se ha deshecho
Su memoria no será borrada