The Time of The Gathering

Now is the time of The Gathering
A moment all immortals have waited centuries for
Each knowing that in the end there can be only one
And all others will have been back to the grave to rest

Fighting off the scared Holy Grounds of churchyards and cemeteries
Friends and foes alike
All trying to survive the fight
While their victim's Quickening fills the night



The reward of the head brings them power
As the lighting and explosions of fire fill the night
The bravest and strongest of immortals brought down to their knees
Receiving this scared power

The Game...
The Gathering...
The Power of the Quickening...
In the end there can be only one...
In the end, may it Duncan MacLeod...
In the end, it is...
The Highlander