[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill, Bob Kinkel] 



[Instrumental] 

[THE OLD MAN HAS BEEN RETURNING EVERY NIGHT SINCE 

NOVEMBER PLAYING HIS MUSIC, AS IF TO PROVE THAT THE 

SOUL OF HIS COUNTRY, OF HUMANITY, WAS NOT DEAD] 



WHEN THE SHELLS HAD CEASED THEIR FALLING 

THE YOUNG MUSLIM AND THE SERB 

LISTENED FOR THE OLD MAN'S MUSIC 

BUT NOW NOT A NOTE WAS HEARD 



AND FEARING WHAT HAD HAPPENED 

EACH DID, WHAT SHOULD NOT BE DARED 

AND MADE THEIR WAY THROUGH NO MAN'S LAND 

TO THE OLD MEDIEVAL SQUARE 



THEY ARRIVED AT THE SAME MOMENT 

IN THE COLD DECEMBER AIR 

BUT NEITHER PULLED A WEAPON 

FOR EACH KNEW WHY THEY WERE THERE 



AND THEY WALKED OVER TO THE FOUNTAIN 

AND FOUND HIM LAYIND THERE IN DEATH 

THERE WAS BLOOD UPON HIS FACE 

THE SMASHED CELLO ON HIS CHEST 



BUT THEN A SINGLE DROP OF LIQUID 

FELL FROM OUT THE CLOUDLESS SKY 

AND IT FELL UPON THE CHEEK 

OF THE MAN WHO HAD JUST DIED 



AND THE SOLDIER FELT A SHUDDER 

FOR THE WORST HAD COME HE FEARED 

WHEN THE ONLY SING OF PITY 

WAS A SINGLE GARGOYLE'S TEAR 



HE TURNED TO THE YOUNG WOMAN 

AND HE SAID LET'S LEAVE THIS WAR 

BUT A SOLDIER AND HIS UNIFORM 

WAS ALL THAT SHE NOW SAW