Great song...
I see...
Climbing up the steps towards the gate, the battered and sleep deprived knight raises his sword. Seeing the two guards, daggers suddenly appear in his hand and in the next second are in the guards' throats. The knight then opens the tall, mocking gates to the castle. The wicked king of hell, surprised to see him still alive, draws his sword. People around back off, forming a circular arena for the enraged knight and the angry king. "No," thinks the king, "He has bested my best warrior. My SON!" Suddenly, the king charges. Resisting the urge to kill the king outright, the knight easily parries each blow, then striking whenever a vulnerable spot appeared in the king's mad sword dance. Slowly giving the king many cuts as to torture him, the knight recalls every friend, every ally, every mistress that was slain by the king of hell. "997, 998, 999,..." the knight counts. Given 999 cuts, the king falls to his knees.
"End this madness!" shouts the king, "You have given me more wounds than I have inflicted in my life! Or is it because you and I are alike? You must satisfy your thirst of blood, MY blood, by draining every last little drop of blood from my veins?!"
"No," answers the knight, "You and I will never be alike. I give a wound for each soul you have taken from my life."
"Bah! You just don't have the heart to take a life! Your a weakling, a pathetic excuse for a knight!" The knight then brings his sword to the king's neck.
"At least I have a heart, you merciless monster. This last cut shall be for my brother's last heartbeat." Closing his eyes, he swipes his sword across the neck. The king gasps his last breathe and falls, blood dripping from the many inflicted wounds and from his mouth. The many persons surrounding the knight and the body of the king begin cheering.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! May the wicked king burn for all eternity!" One woman notices that the knight is walking away without so much as a single shout with the peasents. She runs over to him and places her hand on his shoulder.
"Where are you going, brave knight?" she asks.
"I have my vengence, but still it seems not enough. Perhaps it is the guilt in me that tortures me everyday. How I could have saved them. How I could have changed those days with simple choices I should have made." A tear rolls down his cheek at the last word. Before the woman could reply, the knight continues walking. He soon disappears in the distant horizan. Not knowing what to think, the woman walks back to celebrate the death of the king and the birth and end of a long awaited hero.