RED SUN RISING

(Tune: original by Mike Whitaker, and dam' good too)

Still as death, the red sun seems to hang in the freezing sky
Like a knothole into hell that waits for me.
Running for my life, in the shadow of a ruined wall I lie,
Alone--and maybe dying--but still free.

Must get up--must stir myself--I can't surrender now,
Got to find myself a place to hide.
Fight to keep on moving though I can't remember how,
Can't give up--too many friends have died.

And the tower marks the border of the world I've known before,
Where I learned the ways of music and of peace.
But the days of joy and plenty will be mine now nevermore,
And the red sun rising shows me
Like a wind from hell that blows me
That in blood alone will my spirit find release...

Red as blood, the sunlight glitters on the windows of the tower,
And taunts me with a hope I can't ignore.
Black as night, the hate within me lends a little of its power
And I somehow crawl towards the broken door.

In the gentle darkness there is safety, there is sleep,
And water when I wake to ease my pain.
The watcher must have died here, in the ruins of his keep,
But now the tower is guarded once again.

And the tower marks the border of the world I must explore,
As I heal myself and learn the skills I need.
Day by day I will grow stronger, than I ever was before,
And the red sun rising fires me,
And the wind from hell inspires me,
I shall never rest until the killers bleed,
And the red sun rising sanctifies the deed.

NOTE.--Thanks to Mike for the loan of the set, and the tune.