The Tower (1975), by Chris de Burgh.
Lyrics:
A great lord came walking through the forest
One morning with a weapon in his hand.
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
But killing was his plan.
When a white bird flew by, she fell from the sky.
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground.
She was gone . . .
Cursing his fortune,
He turned to the forest to kill once again.
Standing before him was a lovely young woman
With her hand hung in pain.
When he saw her, his eyes were filled with desire.
He said, "I must have her! She must be mine!
She will be mine . . . "
He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
But she threw it on the ground.
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh, please, come with me!
What you wish will be found."
She said, "Sire, I'll go if you put up your bow
And spare these creatures. Leave them in peace.
You have no need . . . "
But her words were lost in the wind.
His eyes were fixed on a queen.
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream.
Oh, oh, ah . . .!
All he saw was a woman
And all she was . . . was a dream.
He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
To his castle he did ride.
In the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
And he threw her deep inside.
Then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry
Brought thunder and lightning and rain falling down.
Tears on the ground . . .
All through the days on her face he would gaze
For she was lovely as the spring.
No words would she speak but "Leave them in peace"
And some sad lament she would sing.
Oh, one day, by the door at the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more . . .
Now that great lord is dying,
His cold heart is crying for the love of the girl.
For many an hour he has wept on the tower
For she meant more than the world.
And once in the sky, a white bird flew by.
He lifted his hands and he cried out in pain,
"Come back again . . . "
But his words were lost in the wind.
His castle was built upon sand.
And all he has is a memory
And all he yearns is her hand.
Oh, oh, ah . . .!
All he has is this memory
And all he yearns is her hand . . .
Power and effects: Allows Doug to empathically attack an opponent – this is best used against people who are arrogant or believe too much in their cause – to force said target to experience what the results of his/her hubris will lead to. Dependant of the level of hubris involved, the effects would be devastating if not potentially drive the target to suicide.
Lyrics:
A great lord came walking through the forest
One morning with a weapon in his hand.
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
But killing was his plan.
When a white bird flew by, she fell from the sky.
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground.
She was gone . . .
Cursing his fortune,
He turned to the forest to kill once again.
Standing before him was a lovely young woman
With her hand hung in pain.
When he saw her, his eyes were filled with desire.
He said, "I must have her! She must be mine!
She will be mine . . . "
He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
But she threw it on the ground.
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh, please, come with me!
What you wish will be found."
She said, "Sire, I'll go if you put up your bow
And spare these creatures. Leave them in peace.
You have no need . . . "
But her words were lost in the wind.
His eyes were fixed on a queen.
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream.
Oh, oh, ah . . .!
All he saw was a woman
And all she was . . . was a dream.
He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
To his castle he did ride.
In the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
And he threw her deep inside.
Then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry
Brought thunder and lightning and rain falling down.
Tears on the ground . . .
All through the days on her face he would gaze
For she was lovely as the spring.
No words would she speak but "Leave them in peace"
And some sad lament she would sing.
Oh, one day, by the door at the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more . . .
Now that great lord is dying,
His cold heart is crying for the love of the girl.
For many an hour he has wept on the tower
For she meant more than the world.
And once in the sky, a white bird flew by.
He lifted his hands and he cried out in pain,
"Come back again . . . "
But his words were lost in the wind.
His castle was built upon sand.
And all he has is a memory
And all he yearns is her hand.
Oh, oh, ah . . .!
All he has is this memory
And all he yearns is her hand . . .
Power and effects: Allows Doug to empathically attack an opponent – this is best used against people who are arrogant or believe too much in their cause – to force said target to experience what the results of his/her hubris will lead to. Dependant of the level of hubris involved, the effects would be devastating if not potentially drive the target to suicide.
Canadian lighthouse to U.S. Warship approaching it: "This is a lighthouse. Your call!"