We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms... And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered.
If you can ignore the two prats from the Bolshevik Broadcasting Corporation wasting precious oxygen by interrupting the great man himself, it's not difficult to see why he's held in such respect by metal fans the world over. The guy has had an incredible life- and he sounds better on stage than he did twenty years ago, even though he's pushing sixty. I don't even know how that is possible, but whatever he does to keep his spirits and his energy up, it's bloody well working.
Oh, and I do have to get this off my chest: how did the IDIOT who captioned this video manage to misspell his name?!?