night sits on the ground
nobody wants to say it
but the boy is gone

would you believe me
if I told you the world's done?
I didn't think so

happy days are here
now go **** the messenger
'cause the beat's too much

I weep to wonder why we were chosen
for such a time so near to closing —
a time that's dark and dreary indeed
with valiant heroes whose hearts do bleed
when evil dreads arise again
to do battle 'til the end.

Thunder rumbles with malicious glee
at these people who hope to flee;
ere the tides of good are turned
and those who died are too soon burned
and those who died afore they fought
are torn asunder without thought.

But unto this troublesome time
a little light must surely shine?
Though dark shadows rub their hands with joy
for the machinations they employ
to wring the land of all that's dear
and leave us yet with days unclear?

Thus knights in armor ever-white
shall go forth to fight the fight;
Lo! Our triumph (though for a time)
shall blow the gates and the mind
shall clear the lands for those who bled
and leave us be to bury the dead.

For a time enjoy the peace
and always 'member that darksome beast:
all he wrought upon the land
the very land that we once ******
and do not forget that we did fight
side by side and might by might.

Thus this world would ever quake
should its evils lie awake —
but as prophecies are spake on high
we will sound the Battle's Cry
should evil dreads arise again
Take heart! We will do battle 'til the end.