Birth Of A Hero - Kamelot

He was a young boy about to be a man

She loved him so, oh, please don’t go

Down on his knees the blade passed with ease

Shoulder to shoulder as it pierces her heart

Out in the fields the boy becomes a man

Taste of blood in his throat feel of death on his hands

He shall fall on this dark, misty night

As he falls he hears his loved one cry

Birth of a hero, death of a man

She’ll never understand why he left her hand

He was a young boy, she loved him so

She watched the sun set and longed for his journey home

Flags fly low, the blade cut deep

Now she must bear the wounds that bleed memories

Birth of a hero, death of a man

She’ll never understand why he left her hand

Birth of a hero, death of a man

She’ll never understand why he left her hand

Birth of a hero, death of a man

She’ll never understand why he left her hand

Birth of a hero, death of a man

She’ll never understand why he left her hand

Birth of a hero, birth of a hero

Birth of a hero, death of a man