[Intro – big stomping boot rhythm on the floor, lute hammered like a war-drum, crowd already laughing and clapping along] [Verse 1 – loud, cheerful, half-shouted with a big dumb grin] He woke up in the tavern, couldn’t find his pants, Grabbed the biggest axe he saw and joined the morning dance. The wizard said “Wait, plan!” He said “Plans are for elves,” Then ran straight at the goblin king and introduced himself. The trap went off, the ceiling dropped, he took it on the head— Came up swinging, covered in dust, still not technically dead! [Pre-chorus – faster, everyone leaning forward with wicked grins] No spells, no tricks, no clever schemes, Just muscle, steel, and battle screams! [Chorus – full tavern roar, fists pumping, mugs slamming tables] He hits it with his sword! He hits it with his sword! If it’s big and mean and ugly, that’s what the blade is for! He hits it with his sword! He hits it with his sword! When the darkness starts to laugh, he laughs even louder! [Verse 2 – still funny, getting rowdier] He charged the dragon’s treasure pile, forgot to check for fire, Got roasted twice, third time’s the charm—kept running even higher. The rogue yelled “Flank it!” He yelled “Flank what? I’m here!” Then hugged the beast so tight it choked and dropped its beer. His helmet’s on backwards, his boots don’t match at all, But somehow every tavern knows his name when he walks in the hall! [Pre-chorus – building louder] No fancy words, no ancient blood, Just “stand up” and “swing hard, bud!” [Bridge – sudden slowdown, voice drops deep and serious, lute goes quiet and heavy] But when the night grows darkest and the last torch starts to die, When the party’s backs are broken and there’s nowhere left to fly… He steps in front, he plants his feet, he raises the steel once more— And every fool who laughed at him remembers what he’s for. [Final Chorus – massive, epic, voices layered like a war-chant, lute exploding into triumphant chords] He hits it with his sword! He hits it with his sword! Till the heavens split and evil bleeds upon the floor! He hits it with his sword! He hits it with his sword! For the friends behind him, for the light we’re fighting for! He hits it with his sword! He hits it with his sword! Let the bards sing loud, let the legends be restored— He hits it… with his sword! [Outro – huge final chord held, then sudden big group shout] TO THE FIGHTER! (Everyone roars back) TO THE FIGHTER!
