[Instrumental Opening]

[Verse 1: Slow, drifting, almost whispered — like a traveler recounting a distant memory]

I saw him once on a road of dust,
Where the air was thick with golden crust.
His coat was torn, his face unread,
And in his hands — a sword of bread.

[Chorus: Melancholic, questioning, slightly haunting — with a stronger rhythm]

The man, with a sword for bread,
Is he fighting hunger, or monsters instead?
A hero of crust, a tale left untold,
A legend of wheat and mystery behold.

[Verse 2: Steady pace, growing intrigue — with rhythmic movement]
A brioche handle, a crusted blade,
He walked through fog, then slipped away.
No footprints left, just crumbs behind,
A fleeting myth, lost in time.

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Bridge: Hushed, rhythmic, almost spoken — building in tension]

I heard he once fought a beast in the hills,
With nothing but rye and unwavering will.
The battle was fierce, but no blood was shed,
Just a beast left full, and a loaf torn to shreds.

[Chorus: Slightly more urgent, driving rhythm]

The man, with a sword for bread,
Is he fighting hunger, or monsters instead?
A hero of crust, a tale left untold,
A legend of wheat and mystery behold.

[Outro: Fading, bardic storytelling, with lingering echoes]

Still he wanders, through dusk and dawn,
With crumbs in the wind, forever gone.
But if you see a shadow pass,
A loaf in hand, a sword’s firm grasp...
Remember well the tale once spread,
Of the man, with a sword for bread.

[End of Song]