Holding Out for a Hero (Medieval Bardcore Style)

Whither have the worthy gone, oh, where is fair Gawain?

Where is gallant Galahad to take the bridle rein?

Is there not a white knight upon a fiery steed?

Late at night, I toss and turn and I dream of what I need

I need a hero

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the end of the night

I pray he be hale, winged of heel

And newly returned from the fight

I need a hero

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the morning light

He must be assured, e'er true to his word

With a wit that will thrill and excite

Thrill and excite

Erelong at the witching hour within my reverie

Somewhere just beyond the veil, someone reacheth out for me

Racing on a courser and clad in gleaming mail

I shall answer none but he who bringeth me the grail

Oh, I need a hero

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the end of the night

Could I but afford my very own sword

I would not require his might

I need a hero (hero)

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the morning light

By God was he blessed, e'er true to his quest

A man of whom Chaucer will write

Up where the dragons glide near Heaven above

Out on a storm-tossed odyssey

Verily doth a saintly champion ride toward me

Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain

The plague and the flood

I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood

I need a hero

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the end of the night

I pray he be hale, winged of heel

And newly returned from the fight

I need a hero

I shall hold out for a hero 'til the morning light

A knight, not a pawn, a true paragon

With armor and eyes shining bright

I need a hero