No longer with the castle choir (ahh)
His quest but quenched by dark desire (desire)
As he climbed the canyon's wall
A weathered hand appeared, it would not let him fall
Into the night he sang the first lonely song of tears and pain
He played the first power chords about evil lords that reign
Searchin′ for answers, and finding only lies
The first rocker found his voice, much to his surprise
"Hello there, weary traveler.
Um, actually, wh- what's in this?
It's made of delicious mutton.
To provide nourishment for your journeys.
It, uh, doesn′t, doesn′t look very, um-
I think it's pretty good stew.
He longed for answers that she knew
(Longed for answers that she knew)
That weathered hag went on of nothing more than stew
And then he peeked inside the gypsy scroll
Loosely translated, it just said "Rock and roll"
Into the night he sang the first lonely song of tears and pain
He played the first power chords as the skies began to rain
He know how the worlds collide when the angels call his name
They′ve never heard a darker song with such a sweet refrain