In a vast land ruled by King Calamity,

Walks a lonely swordsman.

He seeks to find that which he lost

One hundred years before.

In the midst of this land,

A castle doth stand

Of crumbling rubble and stone.

Protected by guards, this lovely place

Harbors the memory of’t’ princess’s face.

She valiantly protects her people

From the wicked king of old.

How long has she been waiting there

For her knight with the Master Sword?

She needn’t wait any longer as he enters

The throne room grand.

He defeats the king, and princess reigns

Once more over her broken land.