Paved was his road with the golden bricks,
To the glory and to the fame.
Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.
Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass.

Lonely and crippled roaming in,
Gutters like a shadow of his past.
Reminiscing along nostalgia's lane.
Telling the children stories is his only joy.

Shyly sneaking through crowds,
Almost unnoticed passing by.
Prince of misfortunate fate is he.
Enduring poverty's yoke,
With a bitter sigh.
A Beggar Hero he is.

Once a brave captain now but a
Fallen knight of misery and pain.
Starving through days and freezing through nights.
Seeing the young soldiers walk by with a mocking smile.

Once upon a time, there was a restless king in charge.
What could he contribute to write some history?
Gold he had plenty of, but plenty could be more.
So onwards he marched, on reasons quite obscure...

With a blindfold and sword, come deliver us from evil!

Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.
Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.

Echoes of crusaders were heard across the world,
as he fought against the legions sent from Hell.
Shadows of the templars are yet again a fact:

Creeds are cast aside, determination's still intact...

With a blindfold and sword, come deliver us from evil!

Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.
Great saviour of all, so honest and brave, your land of the free is the home of the knave.

i cant stop myself

I want to keep my eyes on you

on this heart I find
the scars I left behind
heaven lift me up

once again I enter an unfamiliar room
the door locked twice and the ac started running
I laid down on a strange bed, checked the small shower
ate a lukewarm sandwich I bought hours ago
and looked for you
the memories we made in an unfamiliar room still find me
and I don't know what to do

but these are the things I do
when I think of you
I know you don't think of me
but it's the little things that I do, that remind me of you

Those that forever disappear
All I want is for you to talk to me
The way you used to do

Your old hymns don't touch my face
My heart moves in a new place
I am out of practice falling into love

Remember when we used to say
"I don't know" and it was okay
I am going back to knowing nothing now

Those that forever disappear
All I want is for you to talk to me
The way you used to do

If you won't be seen again
I hope you know you were my friend
And in my head the world will never hurt you