He was one of many inhabiting earth
Live with a void to his name
His ego and pride consumed his whole life
A lightweight that rose up to fame

The story is one of conceit and disdain
A being enshrouded by greed
A demise only he could accept to take blame
But a fight he would never concede

Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid

He stands there weilding only a note
While the enemy wields the same
Their eyes then lock, their spirits fuse
They know this is more than a game

Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid

The duel is on now, there''s no turning back
The adrenaline starts to flow
He hasn''t won, but he hasn''t lost
His confidence starts to grow

Nothing will phase him until the end
There''s no way he''s giving in
The thought of losing is miles away
Determined only to win

Calm and unaided
With music as his blade
Although he''ll be defeated
It''s clear now that he is not afraid

A scream rips out across the land
There has been a defeat
The god has won, the satyr falls
Not believing how he could be beat

The battle he thought only he could have won
He lost to the foe that he faced
And although his thread of life has been undone
His memory will not be erased