When times are dark, you need courage and hope. And help from a wizard. Epic story song evoking the European folk song tradition.
Legend tells us of an age when the people lived in dread.
Songs and laughter left the stage. Clouds hung heavy overhead.
Death himself rode in as a conqueror. Men cowered and fled, ah!
One lonely butterfly left behind.
So much trouble all around. Pain and hardship getting worse.
One young maiden asked aloud, “Why can’t someone lift this curse?
Send Death away to his underworld, and free all of us, ah!
There must be something more we can try.”
An ancient wizard told the maid, “I can offer you this scythe.
Forged in magic was its blade, from the primal breath of life.
This tool prevails over Death himself, when held in the hands, ah,
Of the warrior stronger than his fear.
“Take this weapon that you hold. To the city make your quest.
Find the hero strong and bold who will dare to challenge Death.”
She took the scythe with the magic blade in search of that man, ah,
A knight or warrior brave at heart.
“Where’s the hero of this day who will champion all of life?”
Every warrior shrank away. None would take up the magic scythe.
Then Death got word of the maiden’s quest. He came down to the street, ah!
Death met her face to face, scythe to scythe.
As she stood on trembling feet, said the maiden, “Now it’s clear
I’m the hero whom I seek. I am stronger than my fear.”
She raised her scythe and, with a single stroke, disarmed Death himself, ah!
He cried, he ran, he fled the land.
Legend tells us of the day when the darkness finally broke.
Where we lived in somber gray, every color reawoke.
But how much strength did it really take to wake from this dream? Ah!
One well-placed butterfly was enough.