Scott Thorough - In the Shadow of the Colossus lyrics

Gold key to the gate Then cut to the cutscene Then fade from black Then, sinister laughter Then a large ma** Maybe 50 feet from fore to aft Emerges from the shadows And slowly gains focus What sort of a man? Some kind of monster? Monster-man, man-monster Drops his hands, then stomps on the stone With the force of a thunderclap And in that moment it's clear you're probably never coming back You turn to face the gate but the gate shuts And you don't bother trying to escape – the game's up Cause the game is now, so what you playing for? If this right here is not exactly what you waiting for Some words are exchanged that neither has the patience for The beast snaps his fingers and sets ablaze the floor In the light of the leaping flames You see what you're up against His wings slowly unfurl then flap and send a gust of wind Sends you flat to your back, snaps you back Right back into the gameplay You know what they say… In the shadow of the colossus, you need to keep a steady hand Cause you're way past the point of getting a second chance (So) The heart grips, the heart beats, the heart skips beats Like a hard fist, hardened like cartilage in tar pits From the moment you hit start it's Liu Kang and Goro Lavos and Crono Little Mac and Tyson Ryu to Bison Sagat and Vega Computer chip stuck between my lips I spit 16-bit like Sega To defeat your nemesis, consider his Genesis His will is unwavering, his mind reptilian A threat to his self-preservation is the only thing that fills him With the type of fear that you could use against him For now remain defensive and try to gauge his strength Superhuman, it was never possible You were just a lamb at the sacrifice, and that'll have to suffice In that moment, he charges You know it's your lot to die quietly He's too wide for side-stepping Meet him with a fine weapon Maybe he will fall full on, like Bald Bull With a properly placed arrow Right there in the narrow Space between his armored plates Where his bones are pure marrow The bull is sacrificed and not the Pharaoh In the hero's honor the king will stage a banquet But the hero will not attend Instead we find him on the riverbank With his sword and his quiver Because a hero's work is thankless But still - the enemy of the people is vanquished And peace is restored The hero's bravery forever recalled in lore So we will not forget it… Roll the credits