The sun is dead
The world is grey
Yet here comes a man running forward
He carries a sword of fiery blue
With bells and chimes and triangles too
He is the one with the power, the power to have the last say
He has a mission to rid the world of this ghastly evil
He swings his sword with a mighty swing
For he will make sure evil will pay
For he knows goodness always prevails
When he's done
The sun will live
The world will shine