In distant lands, worlds apart from ours
Lies a kingdom, torn apart from wars
But then, a prophecy was heard
A Hero will come to join what was teared

And oh indeed, the hero came
A village kid whose life would never be the same
He went on adventures and faced many foes
Helping every place he goes

But alas, all good things come to and end
And all slipped from his hands like sand
They scorned and stabbed and scarred
His kind heart was charred
Broken and desperate; he burst into the house
Of the devil's own spouse

Burn a fire, burn yourself
Dig two graves if you try for revenge
But two far gone in his hate
He himself changed his fate
The hero was dead.
Now the villain the world would face.