Marching forth to answer his destiny,
Drawing his fierce silver sword,
Ready to clash with the opposers,
A one-man-army
Clad in mail and plates

Shouts of battle begin,
As the one-man-army cackles with a voice like thunder
The opposers hesitate, a chink is not found
Arrows fly up, and hit their mark,
His white-hot heart
Clad in mail and plates

A petty attempt,
Answered by a sword as fast as lightning,
And a thunderous cry-
None can defy me, clad in mail and plates-
And with another flash of his electrical sword,
They were gone
None can defeat thee,
O dark and stormy knight
Clad in mail and plates