when the vandals came I could only run
running through the forest didn´t even try to fight
cryin´ like a coward they follow my steps
running through the forest to escape
and flying arrows, a broken arrow now
they are men of a king crazy and drunk
they are not better than him and are close
everyone in my village is dead, I do not hear their cries
and suddenly
I see a flying eagle and I doubt the evil now
She has something in the grip and fly
I have an armor, golden arrows and a bow
and a sword to protect this world
The garbage will fall under the fire of my bow
and feel how the forest is glad of my return
and there in the distance I see the king in his black horse
I can´t believe this, here I go
Like the fire, grow my desire you know
and impaled the king with my sword
thanks so received, flying eagle
yeah I got and now I can protect my world....
