They called me the tragic hero
They avoided [bad word] My names were only whispered
Just a tale for a moonless night

Fallen hero fits much better
To describe my [bad word] fate
Once a fighter for the light
Reduced to an observer

And again I hear the voices
distant thunder through the night
The angel of [bad word] 
Summoning her fellows for the fight

Now the time [bad word] and
yet you stand alone
The enemy is mighty and too strong
Without any help you will lose on your own
So you call out for me [bad word] along

Now this can turn my fate
Revive my [bad word] confession
To be a fighter once again
Standing here by your side

This might be my last mission
The final fight for mankind
Reunited on the eve of the apocalypse