(A letter catches up with Mr. Nightmist on his travels. Considering the inherent danger of the business described within, he resolves to travels to Caldwell Town.) I have buried my father's son Under stone-covered, hallowed ground So many times, and my life goes on With the work of the many Always feeding the few Receiving your letter I knew, I just knew As legend you know me Beware! It's either black or white It's either true or false It's either on or off It's binary magic It's either black or white It's either true or false Life or death I've been walking these dusty roads I've been walking though rain But the drought and storms They all pale To the memory of magic The wind in her hair The sound of her laughter As light as the air As legend you know me Beware! It's either black or white It's either true or false It's either on or off It's binary magic It's either black or white It's either true or false Life or death As our wanderer is along his path There's an awakening of sorts Somehow the children Learn the secrets of his craft And in the darkness they resort When Leibniz calls It's either black or white It's either true or false It's either on or off It's binary magic It's either black or white It's either true or false Life or death