Lance of Qiang

 One word thing, once again. Y'all know the drill.

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Lance of Qiang

A village boy

Takes a walk

Out on patrol

With his lance in hand

He defends the village with pride.

Out on a quest. 

Finds a cave long forgotten. 

Soon he will find. 

Soon he will find. 

His lance of destiny. 

His lance of fate. 

With a fire in hand

And his lance in the other

He touches the walls

A beautiful lake, crystal clear. 

And clean. 

What a majestic cave. 

He finds the end. 

With a lance standing up. 

A beautiful blue color. 

With sliver embedded. 

And gem of green inside.

The Lance of Qiang.

The Lance of Qiang.

Power unmatched. 

A legend, a myth

Among the village folks

Comes real

Comes real.

He knew in a instant. 

Instincts kick in. 

He grabs the noble lance. 

With power inside. 

His blood flows faster and faster. 

Boom! 

Lighting strikes. 

And it fades to black. 

It fades to black. 

Wakes up.

And sees the noble lance in hand.

In bed in the village. 

In a medical care.

"You're lucky to be alive.

The lance choose you to be it's master."

"Now child go save the world. With the Shepherds."

The underdog, villager.

Picked up his lance.

And fought a noble fight. 

And praise from all around came in. 

His efforts never went

Unnoticed.

So when the sky is 

blue and clear in this country. 

Thank the underdog villager.

Thank the efforts of the Shepherds.

And let their names run true.