Shock and awe
Block the loss

Now when the squire aims the spire at the scoundrel
We'll harness all of these purloins
So watch him fall and see all of his wickedness
Crashing down beneath the sky

The risk alone was known
The heinous had it coming since the dawn
Rights for saints in woe
The altruists advancing says it all

The man I used to be was pure
Guileless in the face of fear
The man I used to be was lost
But here he is a wielding boss

Victory bestowed
Westward on our way back home
Villains taken down
Necromancers chastened, squelched or bound
Pilgrimage is through
Answers hiding inside you
Mirror man peers back
Conquering the hardships of the mind

Stay the saint you are
Revel in your finest hour - it could have been your last
The past serves the future now
You are the archetype