Lyric

Okay. That's a giant

He's cleaning a statue

Of the king we came to ask for help

Right

Keep moving

The guard says not to draw

Then black armor fills the doorway

Nobody moves

Then everybody looks back

Oh

Me first

Close your eyes

Walk

One step. Another

Nothing happens

Good. Still alive

Now I know why they picked me

Funny how brave they get

Once I don't die

Three years? No

Too late

I know—stay in your place

But people keep dying

While we wait

Three years? No

Ask again

Anything sooner

Children laugh

Skeletons work

No one turns

Goblins march past

The dead fix the road

Monsters—

No. Workers

And the city just works

Back at the inn:

Mud off the armor

Rinse the cloth

Start again

Don't think about it

Too late

If this is wrong

Why does it look safer

Than home?

Three years? No

Not my place

Still too late

Head down

Ask again

Three years? No

Not my place

Still too late

Head down

Ask again

Small castle

They're trying not to sneer

Did they miss the walls outside?

White dress

Black wings

She says we can keep our swords

Trust?

No

She knows we can't hurt him

We hand ours over

Door opens

White robes

Red where his eyes should be

So that's him

I should be terrified

I am

That's not strange

What's strange is

Kneeling makes sense

We ask for one fighter

He offers an army

No food. No sleep

We won't take the dead

And still want his hero

Of course we do

Five years

No

Three

Still no

Everyone's quiet

Am I really doing this?

Don't look up

Just say it

Three years. Too long

There

Can't take it back

Three years? No

Too late

I know what they'll say

Not my place

They outrank me

Fine

People keep dying

While we wait

Three years? No

Anything sooner

And somehow

He does

Back at the inn

The shouting starts

Of course it does

Someone steps between us

Three became two

Maybe being rude helped

I'll apologize later

Maybe