A shadow knight rose up,
holding an enchanted sword named after me.
That blade will challenge the devil's reign.
Destroying the minions of darkness
that stand in his path,
the knight finally faced the strongest demon.
But his strength was no match
for the devil's dark wrath.
He was defeated and fell into oblivion.
The people offered up their prayers,
believing in the day when the darkness would pass,
and sang songs of remembrance to the fallen knight.
These prayers became our strength, our miracle,
and by this miracle the shadow knight was reborn,
and once again fought the devil's power.
As the shadow knight said,
the darkness has cleared.
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
You've got a jacked up notion of fair play pal, and it's beginning to **** me off.