The prince had grown as wise as he had strong in recent years

　　he`d use the hero to dispel his army`s growing fears

　　under the pretense of raising up new brave young knights

　　the hero`s weakness would not be revealed in any fights

　　Instead, he`d stand beside the prince and stand above the rest

　　guiding young aspiring knights to do their very best

　　and from the first appearance of the hero in this roll

　　he truly did become the weakened army`s heart and soul

　　No longer did he wield a sword against the northern foes

　　now he wielded only words until each battle`s close

　　he watched his knights take up the lead and charge their enemies

　　proclaiming that the battle would be theirs alone to seize

　　The prince was satisfied that with the hero standing tall

　　the empire`s knights renewed their will and gave the war their all

　　he even started thinking that it may be for the best

　　that every knight could put their growing powers to the test

　　A generation of new talent sprouted from their force

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　　and he looked on as two armies with which he`d been allied

　　kept alive a bitter war that long since should have died

　　If only they would listen to the message which he`d brought

　　he`d already won the war that all of them now fought

　　but for all his efforts he was powerless to speak

　　the fire and ice he wielded were now gone and he was weak

　　And so the prince would wave him like a flag across the land

　　a promise to humanity that all of this was planned

　　and though it left him bitter there was solace in one fact

　　during this event the capital was not attacked

　　His family would surely be at home now, safe and sound

　　and even if for no one else, for them he`d stand his ground

　　before his eyes the battlefield expanded far and wide

　　and heroes and their rivals had emerged on either side

　　Very few remembered when the fighting had begun

　　fewer still recalled thinking it could be quickly won

　　demons fought with passion to avenge their fallen lord

　　humans fought to save their lives, if not for some reward

　　Into war without an end the empire gave its all

　　and everywhere they fought his soldiers saw him standing tall

　　they followed him and sang those songs until their throats were dry

　　and every word he spoke became his army`s battle cry

　　Years went by while battles waged before him day and night

　　like he was a spectator just betting on the fight

　　the prince would go ahead and be the hero on most days

　　but many others had a chance to earn the prince`s praise

　　The hero had become a symbol, just a waving flag

　　and after many times retold, his tales began to drag

　　the songs he heard no longer told of only things he`d done

　　the songs became the stories of the knights and everyone

　　The prince approached him one night, troubled sorrow on his face

　　"I think it`s time the hero disappeared without a trace

　　you still owe me an end to this war, but I owe you more

　　it`s time that you prepared yourself for what may be in store"