Bartolomeo

[Intro] The past is a shroud. Memories of her hand, reaching out. Pain and suffering, scars that last until today. But why? How? His true heritage, he still does not know. [Verse 1] She raised him, She taught him, She loved him. But little did he know the conditions that came with her love. Battle eternal, a constant fight. [Chorus] Pressure, ambition, a fight forever. But why? Is it love, is it passion? Is it dark or light? The Sergeant’s plight. [Verse 2] He walked her path, every step. And when the Archangel beckoned, he took the next step. Into his service, onto the field of war. [Verse 3] At the bottom he began, and to the top he rose. Good was he, at the path he chose. Then the order came, to enter the fray! And heed it, he did. No longer a soldier, now a leader. [Chorus] Pressure, ambition, a fight forever. But why? Is it love, is it passion? Is it dark or light? The Sergeant’s plight. [Verse 4] Success after success he claimed. Until the first failure. The Archangel averted his gaze, and made him feel ashamed. Gone was the warm light, Now began the new fight. [Verse 4] Success after success he claimed. Until the first failure. The Archangel averted his gaze, and made him feel ashamed. Gone was the warm light, Now began the new fight. [Outro] Even with the light returned, doubt remains. Is this the path to walk, or are these just new chains? Perhaps there is more this life has to offer. Perhaps there’s more than these burning pains. [Instrumental]