The light once flashes through night
and peirces whate'er is in the way.
The knight he smashes through all, his flight
will lead the weaker through the fray.
The darkness falls before his sword;
the demons run as he comes by.
And the depraved who once had warred
now only can prepare to die.
For naught can halt his flashing blade
what crashes through the darkened ranks.
For nothing causes it to fade
around the meeks' unending thanks.
They all raise up and cry his name
and glory to his awesome might.
They all give thanks and wish the same
to any other who has a plight.
And as he stands upon the field,
his armor shining brilliantly
He drops his helmet and his shield
and screams arise from those who see.
From where their hero should have peered,
where they had thought would be his eyes,
a blackness burns like they just feared,
their hope shrivels like them, and dies.
The knight, he doth come thundering down
and lays waste to the soldiers lives.
He devestates their lonely town
and kills their children and their wives.
They thought they saw the light of hope
but so appears the strength of lies
that crushes all who try to cope
so that they can't but fall and die.