Valen's Reply II
"Fallen Angel"— Robbie Robertson
Are you out there?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me in the dark?
The look in her eyes when he answered her call was terrible.
She called him from death and he came. For her.
She looked as if she would have sent him back.
Only for a moment did her gaze splinter, and the clouds rolled into her eyes.
I don't believe it's all for nothing.
It's not just written in the
sand.
Sometimes I thought you felt too much.
And you crossed
into the shadowland.
He died, following her screams.
He heard her, deep in the tower and would have carried her out.
He refused to believe that she had left them.
When her face shattered in the Reaper's Hall, he knew he was wrong.
And the river was overflowing.
And the sky was fiery red.
You
gotta play the hand that's dealt ya.
That's what the old man
always said.
He reached for her anyway. He had declared his love and would not turn back now.
She spun on him, rage in her eyes and a strange terror that he'd never seen.
She'd quickly pulled herself together then, as if allowing the cold to grow over her, to cover her.
She gave him a smile, as bright and false as paste diamonds and asked if he would be so kind as to accompany her in this strange land.
Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up
against the sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen
one
He was the only one who answered. Perhaps he was a fool.
She would have told him he was, if he had asked.
In my dream the pipes were playing.
In my
dream I lost a friend.
Come down Gabriel and blow your horn
'Cause
some day we will meet again
But he watched her face as she stood before the pillar of betrayal.
He watched her face as she convinced Aribeth to reclaim her light.
He watched her face while she wept in her sleep.
Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the
sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one
If he thought about it, he couldn't understand what he was doing,
Why he was following this traitor through these frigid wastes.
Battling his own honour, battling his own nature, he broke a trail through the snow.
All the tears
All the rage
All the blues
in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver
light
He, who never held any faith in visions,
He, who had dismissed the prophesies,
He walked through Hell for her because he believed.
Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin',
fallin' down
Fallin', fallin', fallin' down
Fallin', fallin'
down
His eyes clung to her form as the demon screamed inside,
Clawed his guts from within
Fallen Angel
Casts a shadow up against the
sun
If my eyes could see
The spirit of the chosen one
Confusion, uncertainty, rage and pain drummed with each and every step.
All the tears
All the rage
All the blues
in the night
If my eyes could see
You kneeling in the silver
light
Until the tiniest curl of a smile catches his eye,
Ignites the faded memory of her joy.
If you're out there can you touch me?
Can
you see me I don't know?
If you're out there can you reach me?
If he is damned, he is damned for her.
Lay a flower in the snow.