Death Of The Hero

«You fool, I’m not trying to kill you! I’m trying to save you!»
There was a white knight riding on his steed
Ready for a noble deed
On the roadside, a lady in distress
With blackened eyes and (blood?) down her dress
A wicked villain with wicked plans
Doing wicked things with those wicked hands
He looked down, stopped the villain cold
«Mind your own» was what he was told
And there were peasants, being murdered and raped
By an evil man in a big black cape
An evil army with evil plans
Doing evil deeds in faraway lands
Then he stood up for the whole kingdom
Said, I’ll need some help to get this done
Getting bare back, look of disconcern
That would cost most of what we earn
Death of (light?)
This is the death of a man
This is the death of humanity
The birth of tragedy
Things are wrong
He’s long gone
This is the death of humanity
The birth of tragedy
There was a white knight riding on his steed
Ready for a noble deed
On the roadside, a lady in distress
With blackened eyes and (blood?) down her dress
A wicked villain with wicked plans
Doing wicked things with those wicked hands
He looked down, stopped the villain cold
«Mind your own» was what he was told
This is the death of light
This is the death of a man
This is the death of humanity
The birth of tragedy
Things are wrong
He’s long gone
This is the death of humanity
The birth of tragedy