Magnus Rushes In

[Chorus] Oh the tales of cautious fellows Never make for a tavern song And the common folk remember not The timorous for long No the man deserves his legend Who is Boldest to begin For the axe is never slower Than the hand that RUSHES in Beware, ye tides of evil, The shadows drenched in sin, Walkers in the night who wear A decent creature's skin! Look to where you go And never glance at where you've been (Magnus) Magnus Rushes in [Brief, contemplative instrumental] [Verse] Oh the measure of a man is the way he answers The call of a distant horn Stands on the bank of a place Enchanted Runs to battle or scorn He may find he's sung from the time that he's young Whether humble man or stately Though to say his age is to weigh the page Of a book that varies greatly. Oh, the measure of a tale is a hero that fails Then rises back to glory Bears a sword for the prayers ignored And tells the unsung story He's a heart that's kind and an artful mind And his eyes like distant thunder Observe his passion in the birds he crafts From the rail he splits asunder [Chorus] Oh the tales of cautious fellows Never make for a tavern song And the common folk remember not The timorous for long No the man deserves his legend Who is Boldest to begin For the axe is never slower Than the hand that RUSHES in Beware, ye tides of evil, The shadows drenched in sin, Walkers in the night who wear A decent creature's skin! Look to where you go And never glance at where you've been (Magnus) Magnus Rushes in [Brief, contemplative instrumental] [end]