[Intro] [Lute strumming, setting tavern scene] [Verse 1] Gather 'round, good folk and harken, to a tale of might profound! Of a prince with dual nature, whose legend doth astound! By day, a royal courtier, quite humble in his ways, By sword at dusk transformed becomes, the champion of our days! [Verse 2] In Eternia's grand kingdom, where magic meets the sky, Dwells evil on the mountain, with skull-faced visage wry! His minions plot and scheme about, with bumbling grave intent, While our hero guards the secrets, that ancient ones have sent! [Chorus] His faithful steed, a fearsome cat, with emerald armor clad, His companions brave and loyal, the finest to be had! A sorceress of wisdom, a maker of fine tools, A captain bold of royal guard - against them, villains: fools! [Verse 3] When danger looms upon the land, our prince doth raise his sword! Declaring words of ancient power that cannot be ignored! The cosmos lends its energy, the lightning splits the air, Transforming him to warrior might, with flowing golden hair! [Chorus] His strength, they say, rivals mountains, his heart pure as the dawn, His enemies tremble greatly when they learn that he is drawn! To battle for the innocent, to right what has been wronged, To stand 'twixt evil sorcery and those who can't be strong! [Bridge] [Tempo slows, more contemplative] Now some may question how it is, this secret stays secure, When transformation happens oft, and changes are so pure! But none connect the princely face with hero's square-jawed might, A mystery that puzzles me, as I observe this plight! [Verse 4] [Tempo returns to normal] His nemesis, the skull-faced one, with staff of magical doom, Attempts to conquer daily, bringing darkness, bringing gloom! Yet always foiled spectacularly, with minions sent to flee, While vowing vengeance solemnly - next time you all shall see! [Chorus] So raise your tankards merrily, and toast this curious man, Who battles for our freedom, as only true heroes can! Remember when in darkest times, when hope seems far away, The power of Grayskull's blessing might just save the day! [Outro - Philosophical] [Slowing tempo] This minstrel wonders quietly, what lessons we might learn, From one who lives two separate lives, for neither does he yearn. Perhaps the hero dwells in all, awaiting sword and call, The strength to stand for what is right, the noblest quest of all! [Final Appeal] [Spoken with chuckle] Now, if you please, a copper coin? This singing makes me dry! And should skull-faced villains venture close, I must bid you goodbye!
