A knight rides home, triumphant but sore
Resting in his lap, the weapon of shame
It's a sword that brings red to his name
And in parades he rides
The sword at his side
Reminding him of how he won his fame
Finally together with the one he loves most
The battle turns into a far-off ghost
But still the sword, handsomely disguised
Nearly screams of the knight's terrible lies
And he doesn't know when
He'll be chosen again
But he knows that he will not survive
For his great valor, he recieves a reward
But he still can't forget that blood-red sword
And maybe someday, when his courage comes
He'll tell them all what the coward has done
But until that day
A hero he'll stay
And his red-stained sword will bleed some