The reigning king, high priest of the sonic fire Baptizing the world with a roaring flame Lord of the strings, Born to sweep the world like a fifth wind, Now gone, but echoing beyond forever Burning with passion and with grace, Every night you set the world ablaze Millions who walked with you through the days Forever will revere your name Electric fire from your hands Burned still on the night your last stand Breathing life into the world On the last stage lies a hero with a heart of gold, Now a fallen warrior with wounds too deep to endure the cold Your strings still weep as you're taken away too soon, As you bleed on the strings now the strings bleed with you With pride he dedicated his life To keeping the spirit and the flame alive, Preserving the craft with the power to light millions of hearts Leaving behind a legacy - Countless secrets of an art like sorcery, Now the strings of your followers sing in your honor