A long time ago
Near a city called home
Was born quite the scoundel
A boy full of storm

Sir Melvin of Skingrad
Of glory and fame
Our hero and saviour
But only in name

One day during supper
A girl had despaired
Her brother with scissors
Had ruined her hair

So Melvin of Skingrad
Went dagger and flare
He chased down her brother
Straight to a thin’s lair

The brother was eaten
By goblins and raids
But Melvin of Skingrad
He hid in some crates

And when he tried fleeing
He fell on some glass
He woke all the goblins
Who ran for his arse

Straight back to the village
The fiends and their bones
The folks started screaming
And ran for their homes

But Melvin of Skingrad
His heart had been swayed
What hero would flee
When his fam’ly needs heed?

So while his legs weakened
He turned to his side
Went dagger and flare
He would die for his pride

For time that was needed
And blood he had paid
The guards all came running
The goblins were slayed

We buried our Melvin
With glory and fame
As hero and saviour
Not only in name

All things being equal
His lie was our fault
He saved us from nothing
But stole all of our hearts