Thought I woke up with this "morning," which probably won't mean much to most of you:
I am immortal. I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival. No man can be my equal.
Take me to the future of your world!
He is Roland Deschain.
The Gunslinger.
(And, I have a feeling... In the end, there can be only one.)
And... looking at the full lyrics, it seems even more fitting. Not 100%, but eerily close.
I am immortal. I have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival. No man can be my equal.
Take me to the future of your world!
He is Roland Deschain.
The Gunslinger.
(And, I have a feeling... In the end, there can be only one.)
And... looking at the full lyrics, it seems even more fitting. Not 100%, but eerily close.
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:D (I do wonder what would have happened if Bert had been the one to survive Jericho Hill. I kind of want someone to write me fic about it. *g*)
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