I sit here on this mountain top looking down
upon a valley with a small little town
All the children's faces full of fright
All due to the lack of light
The elders told stories of
a great demon from above
with wings of fire and eyes of ice
and brings upon the a plague of mice
Once upon came a great warrior
who wielded a blade of gold
And the demon and warrior fought through the cold
The warrior was getting tired
thus he slayed the demon
thrusting forward into the bowls of the demon
he returned the fowl beast back to the dark realm
and then layed down his mighty chrome helm
one-hundred years have now passed
and the light could never last
so the shadow crept over the mountain
and the children ran to hide
for the beast has risen from his grave
wielding a mighty battle Axe
he cast his shadow upon the town
he laid his mighty battle Axe down
for he saw something impossible sitting on the mountain top
for it was I, the warrior with a blade of gold
my father slayed him once my father old
and now the beast lye there cold
for the beast has died for now and ever
and once again the light returns
to a world once stricken with fear
the light begins to re-appear
and the world returns to its normal state
even as the hours grow late
the children begin to laugh and play
and now the demon shall rue the day
he ever tried to take my small town
and now the sorry has grown old
so i leave you with one question
"dare you fight for what you stand for?"
or do you back down and let the demons in you life
take what is rightfully yours?
