“I was told a song when I was born. I’m guessing Von my parents. If it was Von someone else, I’d probably freak out. I can’t forget it, even though I’ve tried. It haunted me for such a long time. It’s like people are calling for someone. Someone to save the ‘Hellborns’. Some savior. The tune went something like the following, but I don’t know if it’s the right one. ‘So many variations’ one guy told me. I only met him once. I think he was a banshee oder something. Wouldn’t know. The only banshee I ever knew was myself, and I don’t think my mixed DNA’s made it the right form. The guy kept talking about the third-hellborn being a savior. Savior… yeah right.”
The warriors run down the small town,
They lay to rest all the men’s hope.
They burn and break all of the houses
The defender’s spears are all broke
And the king and his men,
With hearts of greed and sin
They watch and they lay down their swords
Like cowards they lay down their swords…
The kingdom is crushed now and weeping,
The people are all but slaughtered
The black Knight rises up his sword now,
Then all the people are slaughtered
For the King and the Knights,
Whose hearts matched not their words,
Knew that the end was near and earned
They knew that their doom was self-earned…
Cry, Cry
Tears, Tears,
The battle-cry and children’s tears
For they did not know why
It was them that should die
For the innocent blood spilt is cursed
The ones who spilt blood were now cursed…
Rise
Rise
Our hero come here
Save us from predators
Save us from fear…
The last of the people were dead now
The soldiers they marched out with glee
The final words that were spoken
Were “Savior, please save me”
“… I’m no savior.”
The warriors run down the small town,
They lay to rest all the men’s hope.
They burn and break all of the houses
The defender’s spears are all broke
And the king and his men,
With hearts of greed and sin
They watch and they lay down their swords
Like cowards they lay down their swords…
The kingdom is crushed now and weeping,
The people are all but slaughtered
The black Knight rises up his sword now,
Then all the people are slaughtered
For the King and the Knights,
Whose hearts matched not their words,
Knew that the end was near and earned
They knew that their doom was self-earned…
Cry, Cry
Tears, Tears,
The battle-cry and children’s tears
For they did not know why
It was them that should die
For the innocent blood spilt is cursed
The ones who spilt blood were now cursed…
Rise
Rise
Our hero come here
Save us from predators
Save us from fear…
The last of the people were dead now
The soldiers they marched out with glee
The final words that were spoken
Were “Savior, please save me”
“… I’m no savior.”