[Intro: Bright acoustic guitar, energetic, joyful woodland folk] [Verse 1: Upbeat, lively acoustic rhythm] Emerald leaves and a fairy's light A quiet dawn before the endless night I was just a boy with a wooden shield Leaving the forest for the open field They told me the legends, they called my name But I didn't know the rules of this cruel game [Pre-Chorus: Tempo speeds up, orchestral swell, heroic transition] Hands on the hilt of the silver blade Stepping in the light, watching childhood fade A sleep in the temple, a thief in the dark Leaving a scar on my innocent heart [Chorus: Dramatic climax, heavy cinematic orchestral folk, booming percussion] Seven years lost in the blink of an eye I woke to the ash and a blood-red sky The weight of the world on a hero's spine No time to weep, no time to cry I traded my youth to rewrite the dawn The boy that I was is already gone [Verse 2: Sudden tempo drop, dark folk, slow mournful cello, eerie atmosphere] The town is a graveyard, the shadows are cold The monsters are ruling the stories I was told Where is the laughter? Where is the sun? The horrors of adults cannot be undone I carry the steel and I carry the grief A savior in green like a falling leaf [Bridge: Dark brooding tension, tribal frame drums building up] To save them all, I must walk alone Leaving behind the only home I've known The sages are silent, the destiny calls If I don't stand, the whole world falls A sacrifice made for a time yet to come A battle won, but the heart goes numb [Instrumental: Epic acoustic guitar solo, soaring strings] [Chorus: Heroic climax, triumphant but tragic, full orchestral power] Seven years lost in the blink of an eye I woke to the ash and a blood-red sky The weight of the world on a hero's spine No time to weep, no time to cry I traded my youth to rewrite the dawn The boy that I was is already gone [Outro: Music cuts out, fading solo classical guitar, melancholic and lonely] I put back the sword in the temple of stone Returning to a childhood where I'm all alone They won't remember the tears that I shed The hero of time... is a ghost in their head. (Fading out, soft acoustic guitar) A ghost in their head...
