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