There used to be this Knight in Armor,
Who was known for his bravery and valor.
Kings from as far as Tunisia
Had had heard of this warrior as a legend,
Some called him the God of Death, Sheeba,
And some thought he was someone who'd never meet an end.
He galloped on white horses to victory
Wherever he set foot he made history
Nothing ever stopped him from getting what he wanted
He jus went on and on undaunted.
He was the Knight in Armor.
One fine day, this dame just walks into his life.
And exactly then he knew she was to be his wife
With black eyes and long black hair
And a shine on her face that'd make the moon not-so-fair.
It was said the cutest couple they'd made
But no one knew it was all about to fade.
The lady of the Knight in Armor!
And one fine day, she's gone.
Where, when and why are still unknown.
Our man looked for her but in vain
she just never showed up again
But he knew the love they had was true
and he had not a choice and that was all he could do.
He wasnt fierce in battle anymore
He did not lambaste his opponents like before
He lost his valor, now he feared
Cuz he now knew his damned ending neared.
He still was the Knight in Armor!
but now he was insane
bravery he couldn feign
looked dead as a circass
And rode on a lazy ass!
