Convergence Lyrics

With a welcoming smile, slender and long

A young man's build, confident and strong

But an old man's face, sun-stained leathery skin

Bloody hands and feet in filthy linin

An unkempt grey beard, aged beyond his years

He's been walking for miles, or so it appears

White cataract eyes, I thought he was blind

I tried to be polite, to pry would be unkind

He said, "I'm the Piper, child of the prophet"

He stood by a man whose demeaner was opposite

His arms open with engaging cordial tone

While his cohort once pacing, now still as a stone

He was introduced as the drummer, which seemed quite odd

because he carried no drum, no stick, or baton

He was anxious and off-putting. His stare rarely broken

When his eyes darted, monitoring our movement

No matter how trivial, every action he inspects

Seems a lifetime of hardship has left him distressed

Now his game is intimidation, and conveying danger

Uneased by his cohort, the Piper's demeaner

I sense deep purpose in wherever they go

But I'm troubled by peril that may lurk below

Stained by the elements, and years on their quest

They stand before us, ready to confront what's next

Our words confirm four worlds converge

Our words confirm four worlds converge

Our words confirm four worlds converge

Our words confirm four worlds converge