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[Verse 1] Renaissance square, the market hums low, Al’s kitchen steam where the poor and the nobles go, Wooden spoon spins, a heart made of gold, While Mal counts coins, his soul growing cold. Once brothers, now shadows—one light, one night, Spice in the palm of a bitter man’s spite. [Pre-Chorus] Trader’s words whispered, a riddle, a curse, “Fate ascends, but forms will reverse…” Mal’s eyes on the bottle, ambition’s red glow, He didn’t know the cost of the seed he would sow. [Chorus] Oh, Spaghetti Knight, in your pasta armor bright, Skin like parched wheat, but your heart burns with light. Cursed by a brother’s envy, a spice gone awry, You carry the weight of a thousand goodbyes. From kitchen to centuries, your colander crown, A knight with no sword, but a chef’s love unbound. [Verse 2] Family dinner, wine in the cup, Al’s news of love—Mal’s envy bubbled up. Kitchen scuffle, glass on the stone, Spice in the air, but no one would know. Spaghetti served, a kiss on the cheek, Al took a bite… and命运 began to speak. [Pre-Chorus] Morning light found him changed, skin turning to straw, Muscles like noodles, brittle and raw. Doctors shook heads, “He won’t last the week,” But Al held on—for the ones he would seek. [Chorus] Oh, Spaghetti Knight, in your pasta armor bright, Skin like parched wheat, but your heart burns with light. Cursed by a brother’s envy, a spice gone awry, You carry the weight of a thousand goodbyes. From kitchen to centuries, your colander crown, A knight with no sword, but a chef’s love unbound. [Bridge] Mal in the dungeon, his lies all exposed, Family disowned him, his story closed. Trader returned with a colander’s grace, “Not a cure,” he said, “but a shield for this race.” Armor of pasta, woven from pain, Every strand a memory, every twist a refrain. [Verse 3] Years turned to centuries, family long gone, Al still stirs pots, though his body’s worn thin. He learned the truth in the quiet of night— He failed to see Mal’s darkness, his lonely fight. Now he walks on, through time’s endless door, Saving the lost, like he couldn’t before. [Chorus – Repeat] Oh, Spaghetti Knight, in your pasta armor bright, Skin like parched wheat, but your heart burns with light. Cursed by a brother’s envy, a spice gone awry, You carry the weight of a thousand goodbyes. From kitchen to centuries, your colander crown, A knight with no sword, but a chef’s love unbound. [Outro] In taverns and alleys, where shadows still grow, He serves up warm soup, and a listening ear to those Who feel as lost as Mal once did, in the dark, He says, “Even broken noodles can mend a heart.” Oh, Spaghetti Knight, your story’s not done, A chef, a brother, a knight… till the last rising sun.