Hermit.

In the darkest day, in the final hour
There be a man, stands high tower
Tall and proud from all his friends
He’ll fight for them, til the bitter end
When once he would’ve turned away
He knows better then death and dismay
But heartache is certainly worth it
His heart and soul, once a hermit
The pain and suffering he caused
Rattles in his head, a broken applaud.