Story Behind The Song

My grandmother lived in the Netherlands during the Nazi occupation. She used to smuggle guns to resistance fighters in a baby carriage, past the Nazi soldiers. She rarely speaks of those times, I think the memories are wounds that never quite heal. Still, sometimes she will say quietly "no one should ever invade another's home". I think of those words often while I watch countries crumble under the arrogance of moral superiority. Villains. Heroes. Offense. Defense. Sometimes it is only perspective - after all we are all just human.

Song Description

A song about heros, villains and the thin line that separates them.

Lyrics

Hear the call, lay down your love
A world in need his shadowed creed
Journey's long, questionings done
Face turns from the sun

Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature's heart
My poet's heart

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When is sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay
Flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood pass beyond the day?

Voice unheard, all seems so wrong
Wondering how such hate is love
Clashing words carve out that space
Fear wrought and he's won

Still my trembling hands
Stay my living thoughts
Stab my crumbling heart
My nature's heart
My lover's heart

Does the villain cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When is sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay
Flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood pass beyond the day?

His eyes were blue
The colour of my youth
I thought they should be
As black as the sea

Does the hero cry?
Does he gaze upon the stars
And pray for a day
When is sword song is never heard?
Does he silently lay
Flowers on that grave
Where his monsters and childhood pass beyond the day?

Does the hero cry?