Meanwhile, Ruhe plugged up his power fiddle in their vicinity, sat on a free seat and chose something he thought girls unused to metal might like, from the nu repertoire he didn't fully endorse but it had its uses and situations, like this one,
a romantic ballad. He didn't have any wooing in mind, not consciously anyway, just something palatable to bridge the boundary between his genre and their tastes. Still, he gave it his usual musical flare.
[No rolling, but Ruhe's instrumental averages for the game have been c. 50 w/ 3 Raises]
Quote:
This distance
This disillusion
I cling to memories
While falling
Sleep brings release
And the hope of a new day
Waking the misery
Of being without you
Surrender I give in
Another moment is another eternity
(Seek me) for comfort
(Call me) for solace
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart
(Seek me) completion
(Call me) I'll be waiting
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart
You know me
You know me all to well
My only desire
To bridge our division
In sorrow
I speak your name
And my voice mirrors my torment
for comfort
(Call me) for solace
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart
Am I breathing?
My strength fails me
Your picture
A bitter memory
For comfort
For solace
(Seek me) for comfort
(Call me) for solace
(I'll be waiting)
For the end of my broken heart