Our hero (Hero's journey vocal vrsn)

long time ago now
I saw him.
Flames did lick at his skin,
As the village burned
Around him.
Children cry in the night,
Fallen laid to mourn.
Hope is slain, all in vain,
Here our king is born.
Bow down,
Bow down,
Into the ground.
Blood of innocent flows
Into the soil he owns.