• Darkness clouds the purest soul,
    Ancient heroes tell the strories of old.
    Kingdom of Kight falls beheath the shadows,
    Young boy rises and draws the hero's sword.
    Shadows grip the surounding lands,
    The boy travles with the light at his back.
    Sends dark forces to demolish those who oppose,
    Slashes once and light is exposed,
    Appears before the light,
    Draws his sword against the dark.
    Summons dark fire from the pits of Hell,
    Calls forth water to rain down from the Heavens.
    Draws the black axe of the currupt heart,
    Strikes at his foe with inner strength.
    Never understood the power of light,
    Always knew the weakness of darkness.
    Vanquished before the shining blade,
    Shatters the currupted axe and retires for the day.