Saga of the Brave Goatherd

Lags stands his ground, at the edge of his farm A pitchfork his lance, in the calm before the storm The distant roar of chaos, over the horizon it looms An army of shadows marches, a tide of impending doom But Lags holds the line, with a fire in his soul By his grit and his goats, he'll defend from the foes In the hands of the farmer, the strength of the plow The might of an earnest soul For Lags who stands bold, with his goats in a row In his grasp, the heart of the battle unfolds It is the grit in the soil, it is the goats by his side Through him, this courage flows Hooves turn to drums, as his goats charge the fields Valiant as knights, their unyielding shields Against hellfire's rage, their bravery shines Lags leads the charge, through the foreboding pines [Chorus] For the honor of farmlands, their soul never yields In the eyes of the goats, the demon's fate is sealed