Tale Of The Hero

A boy he was so young and free
Not a worry in sight
So long he would intend to live
Not a day he would fight

But times of war would reign on his lands
So cold and mercilessly
He'd conquer above and fight for his freedom
A great hero he would rise to be

A hero he was
A hero he was

He picked up his sword, he picked up his shield
To avenge the death of his people
To face them all on an open field
And destroy all that is evil

Through freezing cold winters and darkest nights
The battle would never end
Years had past he was victorious
All to defend his one only land