A nameless man with many faces,
Who traveled this world and other places.
Weaving a web, spinning a story,
Creating his legend in unstoppable glory.

This nameless man you will have seen,
In the deep dark midnight of your dream.
His whispers carry far on the wind,
They heal the weary and the sinned.

So close your eyes and wait awhile,
And when sleep visits with a smile.
His shadow will walk alongside your own,
And the mists of time shall carry you home.

When the moon is in her final slumber,
And mountains role with distant thunder.
Awake you will, the dream but gone,
Only the faintest memory of his song.

Who is this man with many faces,
Who lives in memory and other places.
This man who plays this dreamers game,
Call him Talion, for that is his name.