At seventeen he went to war, A space admiral's son so brave, He fought when hostile ships bore down, His father's life he could not save. From victory's bitter, costly prize, He turned to peace with diplomat's eyes, To find lost colonies adrift, And heal what time and space had split. Now he's running through No Man's Land, Where no men walk, no women stand, Just humans strange he cannot understand, Still running through No Man's Land! Oh, consorting with kings and mages grand, What is it with their magic so unplanned? With sword and zapper in his hand, Still running through No Man's Land! An ambassador sent to treat, But slavery made the compact void, Assassins struck while he fought back, Through portal-window, down he deployed. A king, a mage, a guard he found, All fleeing from their native ground, Through arctic wastes they hunt and hide, Four souls with nowhere left to reside. Now he's running through No Man's Land, Fighting direwolves and tyrants' band, What is that beast? So fierce and grand! Still running through No Man's Land! Oh, in ice and snow across the strand, Death in both hands, he makes his stand, An unvanquished heart, sword in hand, Still running through No Man's Land! He fights for friends both strange and new, A man against whom you'd never bet, Through all confusion, standing true, Undefeated, no regret. Still running through No Man's Land, Through it all he takes his stand, The truth within he'll understand, While running through No Man's Land! To find the soul that time unmanned, Forever through No Man's Land, Forever through No Man's Land!
