The Swordsman

He walks forward, sword in hand
To help the people of the Land
And dares the Villain to fight a bloody battle.

When the Swordsman comes
They sound the drums
And leave the evil Villain feeling rattled.

The Swordsman steps forward
Coming toward
The Villain, who's hands are shaking.

The Swordsman draws his sword
Of his own accord
The Villain's in his boots and quaking.

The Villain stops
His weapon drops
A cheer comes from the people.

The Villain lost!
He's bearing the cost
Of the joy from land to steeple.

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